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    She chose her outfit thoughtfully: light, flowing wide-leg pants paired with a simple camisole and a loose-knit sweater draped over as a refined outeryer. The ensemble was designed to convey a sense of gentle elegance, something she hoped the elder would find pleasing.


    As she was about to slip into her high heels, her wrist was suddenly caught.


    “Choose another pair,” Kaiden instructed, nodding toward a different pair of shoes.


    Ellie nced at the t Gi leather slippers he indicated. Shaking her head, she protested, “These don’t match my outfit today.”


    Kaiden’s raised eyebrows and silent stare conveyed an unspoken authority.


    “Mr. Thorpe, why are you so concerned about this minor wound?” Ellie sighed, feeling the scabbed-over injury was hardly a concern.


    “I am being concerned about my savior,” Kaiden stated tly, his expression unreadable.


    Ellie, hearing him refer to her as his “savior,” couldn’t help but sense a hint of sarcasm.


    She internally chastised herself for her impulse to help him that day. Why had she bothered with the well-being of someone so ungrateful?


    “Fine, I will do as you wish. After all, I’m about to meet someone important to you. Just so you know, appearing in mismatched attire will not only reflect poorly on me!” Ellieined, her voice tinged with frustration as she reluctantly slipped on the t shoes.


    Although the slippers were a decent match for Ellie’s outfit in color, they shed stylistically. For most, this might not be an issue, but for Ellie, whose profession revolved around image design, it was a slight to her expertise.


    Today, Kaiden opted for a Bentley, which was parked under the main building’s portico.


    As Ellie settled into the car with a sullen expression, she turned away to gaze out the window, presenting Kaiden with nothing but the back of her head. She had no desire to face him.


    Her hair was neatly tied into a bun today, and the sight made Kaiden’s fingers twitch with the urge to touch it.


    Was she really so perturbed over a pair of shoes?


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    The Bentley smoothly exited Moon Manor, heading toward a private shopping mall’s VIP parking. Bruce and his team, having received Kaiden’s instructions earlier, were already waiting with an array of women’s t shoes disyed on a five-tier rack.


    Ellie’s eyes widened in surprise as she pieced together Kaiden’s intentions. He had prepared these shoes for her?


    “Mrs. Thorpe, to ensure a selection, Mr. Thorpe asked us to bring various styles,” Bruce said, gesturing toward the disy.


    “Do any of them suit your outfit?” Kaiden asked, his toneced with a teasing challenge, as if to mock Ellie’s emphasis on appearances.


    Ellie, choosing not to engage with his jibe, selected a pair of Diorce ballet ts. Their ck-and-white design, adorned with the Dior logo, was simple yet sophisticated.


    Before they left, Ellie turned to Kaiden, seeking validation.


    “Now, do these match better than the previous ones?”


    Kaiden’s expression, frustratingly indifferent, seemed to question whether there was any difference at all.


    Ellie felt a surge of irritation. Why bother discussing fashion with someone so indifferent?


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