Chapter 898


    Chloe smirked subtly, thinking about Damon’s usual cheeky demeanor, or perhaps recalling the


    sweet moments between them. Her face turned a shy shade of red. And so, she liked this piece of


    clothing even more, and the satisfaction on her face was even more apparent.


    Turning around, she said to the saleswoman next to her, “This one…”


    The saleswoman, with a smile on her face, stepped closer, took a gentle nce at the shirt, and


    quickly replied, “You’ve got a great taste. This piece just arrived from Y Country not long ago.


    Because we specialize in men’s formal wear, not many people dare to try this one, but it is indeed


    the piece our designer put the most thought into.”


    Chloe believed it. A designer introducing a “non–mainstream” piece into a traditionally established


    brand certainly required some considerations. Chloe chuckled lightly, took another close look, and


    nodded approvingly.


    “I’ll take…”


    Just as Chloe was about to say she wanted to buy the shirt, she noticed that one of its sleeves was


    being tugged.


    It was a slender, beautiful hand, adorned with a glittering decorative ring and an expensivedies‘


    watch. Chloe nced at the style of the watch and realized that it was the same brand as the one


    on Damon’s wrist.


    She raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance shing in her cool gaze: She slowly looked up, giving


    the owner of the hand a cold stare.


    Wendy looked up at her, picked up the sleeve of the shirt, examined the shirt, then its buttons. Her


    smile gradually faded and her eyebrows furrowed. Then she looked at Chloe again, her face full of


    dissatisfaction.


    “Are you buying this for Damon?”


    Chloe looked at her indifferently, “How is it any of your business?”


    Wendy’s frown deepened, “Since you’re with Damon, how can you not understand his taste? His


    clothes are always simple in design, and he doesn’t like anything too shy…”


    Chloe watched her, finally letting out a cold, sarcasticugh.


    She took a deep breath, gave Wendy a cold nce, turned to the saleswoman and said, “Please


    wrap this shirt up for me.”


    Seeing that Wendy was still holding onto the sleeve, Chloe simply let go of the shirt, turned around,


    and started picking out a suit for Damon. The saleswoman immediately responded with a smile,


    “Alright, please wait a moment.”


    After saying this, the saleswoman turned around and walked away.


    But then, Wendy spoke again. “This shirt is too big, I want a smaller size.”


    The saleswoman suddenly stopped, gave Wendy a look, then directed their inquiring gaze towards


    Chloe.


    Chloe’s face was cold, her red lips tightly closed. She closed her eyes, trying to keep her emotions


    in check.


    The other sales attendants noticed the tense atmosphere. Noticing Chloe’s strained expression,


    they all felt ufortable for her.


    What was going on? A mistress talking big in front of the wife?


    Even arguing about the husband’s clothes with the wife? Trying to drive people away?


    Wasn’t this unting victory a bit too much?


    After a while, Chloe took a deep breath, slowly opened her eyes, and said to the somewhat


    awkward saleswoman, “I’ll take this size, thanks.”


    The saleswoman nced at Wendy, quickly turned around and left.


    “Are you sure? Even though it’s just a bit big, the fit will be off. His clothes are all custom made, if


    you buy a big size, he might not wear it.”


    Chloe slowly turned around, her icy eyes looking at Wendy.


    Wendy’s smile widened, “His clothing size has been set since a long time ago, and the designers


    have always made clothes for him in that size.”


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    At this point, Chloe took a step back, lightly touched her forehead, gave a small, coldugh, then


    crossed her arms and quietly watched Wendy.


    “Ms. Alonso, you just said it yourself, that was a long time ago. As for now, even he himself might


    not know.”


    Wendy’s smile remained, “He’s busy every day, it’s normal if he doesn’t know. As long as someone


    remembers. Since you’re his wife… I don’t see any change in his body shape, I’m just kindly


    reminding you so that you don’t bring home clothes that don’t fit and upset him. Wouldn’t it be a


    shame if good intentions went awry?”


    Good intentions?


    Ha…


    Chloe gave her a cold look and let out a sarcasticugh.


    “Ms. Alonso, I believe you’re smart enough to understand that people change. He might look tall


    and skinny, like nothing’s changed, but in fact, he


    has.


    “I’ve been with him all this time, and I know his body better than anyone else. His body now is


    indeed much sturdier than before. It may not look


    like much has changed but the specifics can only be seen when he takes off his clothes, wouldn’t


    you agree?”


    Wendy’s smile gradually disappeared with each of Chloe’s words, reced by anger.


    “Your good intentions, I think it’s better not to waste them on me. No matter how I upset Damon,


    that’s between us. Even if we cause a ruckus, he’ll just be slightly upset with me. On the other hand,


    there are many poor people in our country, your good intentions should be used on more


    meaningful things, Ms. Alonso.”


    At this point, Wendy’s expression was nearly uncontroble. The sales attendants nearby bit their


    lips, struggling not tough.


    But wasn’t she just asking for it?


    The sales attendants moved further away and started whispering to each other.


    “That was satisfying. How could this mistress unting her existence in front of the wife? If it were


    me, I’d really love to give her a good p.”