Stefan took the clothes and walked into the fitting room.


    As he changed, he nced at the price tags. The shirt cost 2,427.99 dors, and the pants were 1,231.50 dors. Together, they nearly totaled a year''s worth of his part-time wages.


    Stefan took a deep breath, shook off his thoughts, and stepped out. "Veevee, how does it look? Does it fit?"


    Vrie turned to look at him, momentarily stunned. A satisfied smile spread across her face as she walked over and smoothed out the wrinkles on his sleeve.


    "Mm, looks great. Try on the other sets too. Oh, and these—I just picked them out. Try them as well," she said.


    "Alright." Stefan obediently tried on more than a dozen outfits withoutining.


    In the end, Vrie bought everything he had tried on, including the shoes.


    As they left the store, the sales associate beamed, walking them to the entrance. "Ms. Weir, we look forward to your next visit!"


    With so many shopping bags in hand, continuing to browse wasn''t practical.


    Vrie turned to Stefan. "Let''s drop these off in the car first, then we can continue. Also, did you have breakfast this morning?"


    Stefan nodded. "Yeah. Did you?"


    "Nope. Let''s find a ce to eat," Vrie suggested.


    "Okay," Stefan replied.


    Upon seeing how obedient he was, Vrie''s smile deepened.


    "Oh, by the way, aren''t you curious who I bought those clothes for?" she asked.


    Stefan shook his head, showing little interest. "If you wanted to tell me, you would. Since you didn''t, asking wouldn''t change anything."


    Vrie raised an eyebrow. Well, wasn''t he considerate?


    After storing the bags in the car, Vrie checked the time-it was almost 11:00 a.m. She decided to find a nearby restaurant and have an early lunch.


    As they sat down, she smiled. "Order whatever you want. Lunch is on me, as a thank-you for helping me try on clothes earlier."


    Stefan hesitated briefly before nodding. "Alright."


    After ordering, Vrie grabbed her bag. "I''m going to the restroom."


    She had barely left when a man suddenly sat down across from Stefan.


    Stefan looked up and saw that it was Brandon. "Mr. Sumner, this seat''s taken."


    Brandon leaned back, his expression cold. "Mr. Foley, Vrie is my girlfriend. You''d better stay away from her, or you won''t be able to handle the consequences."


    "If I remember correctly,st time we met, Veevee already said she broke up with you. You two don''t have any rtionship anymore. Whether I''m close to something


    her or not isht


    you get to decide," Stefan retorted.


    Brandon''s fists clenched, his gaze darkening. "We were just fighting, not breaking


    up. She said that out of anger. You really took it seriously?"


    Stefan smiled I''ll ask her myself whether she meant it. I don''t just take someone else''s word for it. Also she should be back from the restroom soon you''re still heres when she returns, she might get upset."


    Brandon snorted. "Don''t think that acting all


    fall fornocent will make Vrie


    fall for you. She''s only hanging


    around you to spite me Youshould really figure out where you stand."


    "Thanks for the advice, Mr. Sumner," Stefan replied.


    Not long after Brandon left, Vrie returned.


    She immediately noticed something was off about Stefan and was about to ask


    when her phone buzzed inside her bag.