Chapter 111
Chloe Collins withdrew her scrutinizing gaze and held the card with her slender fingers. She got straight to the point: "Did you write this?"
"Want to give it a try?" His eyes were warm and gentle.
Chloe looked down and then up again, hesitating for a moment before saying, "I don't like wearing skirts."
Alexander Foster: "It can be changed."
She laughed, "Change it to pants?"
He laughed too. "Change it to like."
His eyes held an indiscernible depth, and his word "like" was spoken with some seriousness.
Chloe stopped laughing, her expression light and indifferent. "Thanks, but I won't wear it."
She went back and took out the skirt, handing it to him.
In the man's pitch-black eyes, the colors deepened inch by inch. His handsome face was covered with a faintly cold and hard atmosphere.
He took the skirt, his deep gaze fixed on her. "Get some rest."
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