"I heard you have a wardrobe already in the penthouse; you should shower and change," Eugene said after he was done touching me and had freshly showered and changed into new pairs of outfits.
His nose flared up, so I assume he wasn't okay with it.
"Is something wrong?" I sat up on the bed, my hair disheveled, as I tried to clip it behind my ears.
He glances over at me while he wears a coat over his dressed shirt, "Of course it is. I will take you for some shopping and change the entire wardrobe for you."
Is that necessary?
"Why I mean, is not necessary. After all, we can stay here, and I can bring some of my things here." We can have my outfits moved down here to his bedroom if it would grant him reassurance.
But instead, he told me something that left me stunned, he simply edu
