He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 406

Scarlett took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Her eyes scanned the racks until she pointed to a sleek, charcoal-black suit displayed on a mannequin.

"His chest is 40, waist 32. A size 16 for the shirt, and a 42 Long for the suit. Please put together a set in those exact measurements."

The associate's eyes lit up, immediately launching into a barrage of compliments. "Wow... your gentleman has absolutely perfect proportions. Broad shoulders, narrow waist—this cut is going to look spectacular on him! He must be at least six-foot-two, right? A total model physique!"

Scarlett: "..."

Her face felt like it was going to spontaneously combust. She had specifically stated he wasn't her husband or her boyfriend, yet the clerk just had to keep pushing it.

The associate efficiently packed the suit, a crisp shirt, and a tie into a premium garment bag.

Scarlett gripped the handles, her palms slightly sweaty.

Next up: shoes... and underwear.

She walked over to the shoe section and, relying on her memory of Julian's usual style, pointed to a pair of dark brown oxfords. "These. Size 10."

Then came the most excruciating part of the trip: the underwear display.

This was the very first time in her life she was buying underwear for a man.

For the past five years, she occasionally picked out outerwear for Yardley, but he always bought his own intimates. She didn't even know Yardley's underwear size.

Yet here she was, intimately aware of Julian's.

The realization made her chest feel tight, a strange, fluttering sensation brushing against her heart. Her voice came out a bit weaker than usual.

"And... I need two pairs of underwear. XL. In a cooling silk blend, please."

The clerk noted Scarlett's flushed, awkward expression and flashed a deeply knowing, suggestive smile. She quickly pulled two beautifully packaged boxes from the shelf.

"Excellent choice, ma'am. These are our bestsellers. The silk blend is incredibly breathable and has a nice cooling effect. Given his size, he'll definitely appreciate the extra room and comfort—"

Scarlett: "..."

Scarlett stepped out to give him privacy. A few minutes later, Julian emerged looking immaculate.

"The clothes fit perfectly. The underwear is a bit snug, but it works. Thank you, Scarlett."

Julian reported the facts straightforwardly, thinking nothing of it.

Scarlett turned around to see him adjusting his cufflinks.

The flawlessly tailored charcoal suit clung perfectly to his athletic frame, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He radiated a devastating mix of aristocratic elegance and unattainable magnetism.

The clerk hadn't been exaggerating—he really did have the physique of a runway model.

Scarlett's heart gave a sudden, traitorous skip. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, a shrill, arrogant woman's voice echoed from the reception area.

"What is going on with Croft Design Studio? We are literally on the verge of signing a contract, and this massive scandal breaks!"

"Don't you think I deserve a reasonable explanation?"