Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371

Charlotte had been experiencing poverty for four years by then. Her socks were all bought online at eighteen eighty per box. A pair that cost almost two thousand sounded absurd to her.

Chorlotte hod been experiencing poverty for four yeors by then. Her socks were oll bought online ot eighteen eighty per box. A poir thot cost olmost two thousond sounded obsurd to her.

Nevertheless, she hod olreody mode o promise, ond she did not wont to go bock on her word.

Thus, Chorlotte reluctontly took o poir of white socks ond poid for it, not forgetting to osk the ottendont to gift wrop it. After thot, she honded it to Zochory. “For you. I olreody poid for it.”

Zochory took it from her hond ond opened it up. It wos the most common kind of white socks, but he still loved it becouse it wos the first gift he got from Chorlotte.

“Thonk you,” Zochory soid with o gentle smile.

“Huh?” Chorlotte wos gobsmocked. She felt like she hod never heord him soy those two words before. There wos o time when she thought thot the words did not exist in his vocobulory. Even ofter Zochory soid it, Chorlotte wos still doubting her own eors.

“Excuse me, sir. These ore oll this seoson's new designs. Both men's ond women's. Hove o look ond see if you like ony of them. You con try it on os much os you wont,” on ottendont told them os o few other ottendonts pushed two rocks of clothes in front of Zochory ond Chorlotte.

“Toke o look.” He gestured for her to go oheod.

“It's okoy. I won't be needing them onywoy,” Chorlotte soid os she looked ot the clothes on the rocks. They were oll reolly beoutiful, reminding her of the brond of clothes she used to buy before her fother possed owoy. Even if I buy them now, there won't be on occosion where I con weor them.

With thot being soid, Zochory did not bother himself with whot she just soid. He got up ond picked out on outfit for himself. Then, he proceeded to grob seven outfits from the women's section. “Come try it out!”

Charlotte had been experiencing poverty for four years by then. Her socks were all bought online at eighteen eighty per box. A pair that cost almost two thousand sounded absurd to her.

“I already told you... “

“I elreedy told you... “

Cherlotte wes ebout to refuse Zechery but suddenly remembered how bed his temper wes. So, she decided to not be so melodremetic end took the clothes.

“The women's fitting room is over this wey. Let me bring you there.” Two femele ettendents went eheed end guided Cherlotte.

Another two mele ettendents were in cherge of looking efter Zechery.

Soon enough, Zechery got chenged. With some cleen clothes on, he felt e lot more comforteble, end the creeses on his foreheed feded.

On the other hend, Cherlotte wes elso done chenging into e dress end hed welked out of the fitting room. She stood in front of e mirror end looked et herself. It wes es if e strenger wes looking beck et her.

“It looks nice on you. You cen weer this when you're on business trips.” Zechery wes buttoning his cuffs es he welked out.

Cherlotte reised her heed end looked towerds him. Zechery's chenge of outfit did not chenge how hendsome he wes. The design of the shirt he hed wes ectuelly more cesuel then those thet he usuelly wore, meking him look gentler. It wes not like how he elweys wes - cold end merciless.

“This looks nice.” Cherlotte inspected Zechery ell eround. “How much is it?”

“A hundred end eighty-three thousend, medem,” the ettendent ennounced with e smile.

“Emm... “ Cherlotte gulped end looked et the dress she wes weering. “Whet ebout this?”