The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 393 His Type?

So speechless. Now what? “Fine, whatever you say.” Tessa sounded defeated.

Stella comforted her over the phone for a while, until a knock came at the door. Tessa finally hung up. Victor told her to change and put on some makeup. But when she opened the wardrobe, all she saw were men’s clothes. She was still wearing Victor’s loungewear.

The oversized sweater was long enough to pass for a dress. When the door knocked again, Tessa went to open it directly. Victor stood outside. Seeing her still dressed the same, he frowned. “What have you been doing all this time?”

Tessa hesitated. Calling Star for help, obviously? But thinking about how Stella had acted so meek on the phone when Victor came up, Tessa felt even more hopeless.

She kept her thoughts to herself and replied, “I don’t have any clothes. Am I supposed to put on one of your suits?”

She looked pitiful. The sweater she had on was already long–if it were a suit jacket, she definitely couldn’t wear it. Victor was really tall… Probably about 6’3“?

Standing in front of him, the top of her head barely reached his chest. He was broad and muscular too. Basically, Victor was twice her size–and then some in height. If she wore one of his suits, it would probably hang down to her knees.

Victor narrowed his eyes. “Where are your clothes?”

Wesley dragged her away. She gave Victor a pitiful look, face slightly flushed. “The outfit I had on–where did you

for it everywhere

late to have someone send clothes over now. He finally pulled a rarely worn smoky gray hoodie from

it reached her knees. Somehow, she actually made

“I’m cold. Sure,

Once again, he thought women

muttered, annoyed,

a thick down jacket–one he rarely wore–and helped her into it. Victor ran hot;

Chapter 393 His Type?

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was in the passenger seat, and Lewis, seeing them enter, quickly moved to the back row. The moment Lewis saw

frame, then looked back at petite,

types couldn’t be more mismatched. Especially with the clothes. she was wearing–Lewis was nearly certain that Victor must be fully recovered… in that way. Which meant, this is his type? All those tall, modelesque women in the

contain his

“What?”