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Chapter 118 He Looks Good In Anything

After Maggie got into the car, Nathael’s gaze was indifferent as he casually flipped through a financial magazine, as if he had forgotten the letter she had left him days before.

Despite this, the fact was undeniable. Actually, the drawing she did of him was quite real, wasn’t it?

skills.

Setting aside the text, Maggie had confidence in her own sk

The drive was peaceful. Nathael didn’t seem to have any intention of giving her a hard time, which allowed Maggie to breathe a sigh of relief and wonder if she might have misjudged him, suspecting malice where there was none.

Since they stayed in the bustling city center, it only took about ten minutes before the car slowly entered Misk City’s largest international shopping complex.

As a fashion capital, the array of brands displayed was appealing, featuring various limited editions, new designs, and designer brands. There was something for everyone.

Maggie suddenly felt distressed about her wallet.

Shopping in one of the world’s most expensive places, for the world’s most expensive brands, for the world’s most expensive man–it all seemed like an extravagant affair.

Maggie thought that if he weren’t Nathael, she would’ve run away.

“Do you have any particular favourite brands or designers?” Maggie asked, turning her gaze to the man beside her.

Among the many foreign faces, Nathael didn’t look inferior to them. His dimensional and deep features, combined with his distinctive look, made him stand out in the crowd, causing many unknowing people to mistake him for a celebrity from some country.

“Just take a look,” Nathael remarked, glancing at her and speaking flatly.

Maggie nodded. She felt his request wasn’t too much, and she wanted to look around the mall as well. After all, this shopping complex was also known for its distinctive architectural design and decoration style.

Nathael led the way into a men’s clothing store, and Maggie followed.

“Sir, madam, it’s my pleasure to serve you. My name is Sofia, and I hope I can be of help.”

The sales associate began in a foreign language and switched seamlessly once it was clear communication wasn’t an issue, and she enthusiastically began her pitch.

“This black suit is the top designer look for this year, with a sleek and sharp cut and a light and soft fabric. There’s an interesting little design on the lining of the hem, a string of foregin wording embroidery that says, “The most beautiful rose is bestowed upon you.”

to the sales pitch, Maggie remained

on the lining of a suit, she had to admit that the suit’s quality

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were clear and sincere,

softly. Maggie prompted, “Then try

to put on a free fashion show, and

in her previous life. So today, on her dime, she could enjoy it to the

were always pleasant to

picked several different types. of suits. She discussed them with Sofia for a while, matching them

later, Maggie and Sofia brought the clothes

clothing rack. He paused his step. After averting his gaze

smiled and said earnestly, “You don’t understand; you couldn’t shy away from effort when we shopped. You have to find styles and fits that suit yourself, and you should also try

dark as they met her lively eyes. He

far away. He couldn’t help but touch his nose after

the fitting room, his jaw

woman was definitely a

few regular designers, and he never tried on emergency selections. Nathael was never the type to go through the hassle

sofa, sipping her juice.

one suit and watched the dignified Mr. Harris perform a

why was Nathael so agreeable today?

was quite

a bad feeling about

was just overthinking–it was just a suit; after all, what could he do

emerged from the changing room in a

His figure was upright. His feature was sharp. He had beautifully long and deep–set eyes and a

stood out from the average, captivating one’s attention instantly

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hard to

that watching a man like Nathael dress up was a pleasant sight.

someone like her really wouldn’t say something was good

wasn’t.