The driver pulled over to the side. Chloe Bishop turned to Xavier Grayson. "Wait for me—I'll be right back."
With that, she hurried out of the car.
She returned quickly, carrying a shopping bag. She climbed back in and pulled out a red suit jacket and a dark patterned floral shirt.
Xavier Grayson stared at the two items she was holding, the corner of his mouth twitching involuntarily. "This is your taste?"
She held them up like a treasure. "Yeah! Aren't they great?"
His brows furrowed deeply. "I beg to differ."
A red jacket and a floral shirt—did she think he was a peacock?
He even suspected she was messing with him. Her taste had never been this questionable before.
Chloe Bishop said confidently, "You'll see how good it looks once you put it on."
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