“What’s this?”
“See for yourself.”
He says coldly.
Huh, pretending to be indifferent?
I curl my lips, take the thing in his hand and open it. It turns out to be a dress from DS.
He is buying me clothes.
Frances being considerate is making me more confused.
I vow to hate him just now, but because of his petty favors, my heart is softened.
I look down on myself a little bit.
“It’s a gift from Herman, the latest DS model. I don't wear women's clothing, so I am giving it to you.” He said coldly.
What else can I say? Fortunately, I don’t want to say what I am thinking. Otherwise, I will be laughed at by him for over-thinking.
“I have clothes, so I don't need to wear the expensive ones. Anyway, fancy clothes only match a fancy person.” I hand the clothes back to him, muttering.
Then I get up, take the clothes I dried, and walk to the bathroom.
He grabs my clothes and throws them directly into the trash can.
“Why do you wear wet clothes? Can't I afford buying clothes for you?!”
“Buying? That one is a gift!” I say.
Frances’ face suddenly becomes gloomy again.
For fear that he might throw away this dress, I would have no clothes to wear. I pick up the clothes and walk towards the bathroom.
The clothes really fit me as if they were made for me. I can't help but wonder, is it really a gift from Herman?
“Let’s go out and eat.”
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