Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468 Pitifully Shriveled 

The waiter glanced at me and quickly flashed a standard smile, “Very well, sir.” 

He then walked up to me and asked, “Miss, what type do you like?” 

I glanced at the man who had already sat down in the rest area, resting with his legs crossed. I couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of my mouth. After all that fuss, he just brought me here to buy clothes? 

What the hell! 

I couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, and I was too lazy to guess, so I simply started talking to the waiter, saying, “As long as it’s comfortable to wear.” 

The waiter nodded and began to guide me around the store to make selections. 

Shopping for clothes, it seemed like I hadn’t done this activity for a long time. During this period, I almost forgot that I was also a vibrant woman in her prime, just like other women, who liked flowers, shopping, gourmet food, and having fun. 

I didn’t know when it started, but all that remained in my mind were those shattered memories. Elliott, who was blown to pieces, Captain Lucas who stopped breathing in the pouring rain, Hilda who was burned alive, Jacob who died in the hospital, and Ashley and Gianna who were brutally tortured in prison. Damn it, whether they deserved it or not, all these memories were so oppressive that I couldn’t breathe. 

In just one year, hope and vitality had disappeared from my life, leaving only despair and panic. 

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Such a life, it really was suffocating! 

“Miss…” The voice of the waiter came from beside her ear. 

I snapped back to reality, seeing her looking at me somewhat flustered, holding the clothes in her hand and saying, “If you don’t like it, you can look again, or try something else.” 

Realizing that I was seriously distracted, I quickly shook my head, gave her a forced smile and said, “No need, this set will do.” 

As for me, clothes were nothing more than something to cover the body, nothing else mattered. 

“Let her try on a few more sets!” Ezra, who had been sitting in the rest area with his hands interlaced under his chin and his eyes half-closed, spoke up as he watched us. 

The waiter quickly nodded, turned around to fetch more clothes, and handed me the clothes he was holding, directing me to try them on in the fitting room. 

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I glanced sideways at Ezra, who was sitting with a look of leisure on his face. Seeing me look at him, he lifted his thin lips into a smile, looking incredibly handsome. 

It was truly for the sake of his face that I held back. Otherwise, given 

my 

hatred for him, he would have been cursed seven or eight hundred times by now. I glared at him and entered the fitting room. 

The clothes were a dress, which was quite pretty. I didn’t know if I had lost weight due to my recent bad mood, but I couldn’t fill out the dress 

anymore. 

The sound of the waiter’s urging came from outside. I unlocked the chain and walked out. The waiter kept praising how good I looked, I didn’t know if it was their job requirement to tell lies with their eyes 

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I looked at myself in the mirror, this dress on me, wasn’t ugly, but it truly wasn’t attractive either. 

Ezra, sitting on the sofa, glanced at me and made a sarcastic remark, “Tabatha, your figure is really pitifully skinny.” 

Seeing the waiter holding back laughter, it was somewhat embarrassing. 

I gave him a cold glance, ignored him, and went to try on other clothes. After roughly figuring out my size, the clothes that the waiter brought fit me much better. 

After trying on a few items, I was somewhat tired. I then looked directly at Ezra and said, “I don’t want to try anymore, I’m tired.” 

Seeing this, Ezra stood up, took out a card from his pocket and handed it to the waiter, saying, “Pack up everything she just tried on and send it to this address.” 

He gave the waiter a card, which presumably had an address on it. 

After explaining, he looked at my clothes and frowned slightly, “It’s a bit ugly, but it’s much more pleasing to the eye than what you wore before. Let’s go.” 

I frowned, avoiding his attempt to grab my hand, saying, “I need to change it back.” 

He raised an eyebrow, “Throw away that outfit, it’s so ugly it hurts the eyes.”