"I'm sorry, I can compensate for this clothing." It was obvious that the man's suit was custom—made, with a high price tag, at least a million.
"It's okay," a deep and pleasant voice came from above,"just clothes, no need to compensate."
"Mr. Craig, what a coincidence," Evangeline's vacant eyes finally seemed to return to the world.
"Is it easy to take off the suit? I'm afraid this coffee will seep into my shirt and feel uncomfortable. By the way, I'll measure my clothes... your measurements."
"Sure."
Evangeline naturally took Jasper's suit jacket and was suddenly stunned. The action of taking the jacket was ingrained in her bones.
Every time Jackson came back home, she would arrange the household slippers for him, take the suit from his hands, and admire the man's body that wa
