Candice finished eating and curled up on the sofa.
She opened the chat window with Jim, typing and deleting several times, only to give up in the end.
What did Charlie mean, anyway?
He gave her the suit measurements, but now it seemed like he didn’t even want the suit? Was he just messing with her?
She couldn’t figure out what was going through this big shot’s mind—nor did she want to. Apart from this unsettled matter with the suit, there would likely be no further contact between them.
Footsteps came from outside the living room.
Candice quickly exited the chat screen and lowered her curled-up legs.
“Where did your clothes, shoes, handbags, and jewelry go?” Kyle asked the moment he entered, like a storm.
Candice’s heart skipped a beat.
Had he found out?
Seriously, what was wrong
