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?”

then, things were so intense, she didn’t even have time to pack before Wesley dragged her away. She gave Victor a pitiful look, face slightly flushed. “The outfit I had

for it everywhere yesterday

face darkened. He checked his watch. It was too late to have someone send clothes over now. He finally pulled

reached her knees. Somehow, she actually made it

miserable. “I’m cold. Sure, she was dressed–but she’d freeze

again, he thought women

annoyed, “So

Victor ran hot; he rarely needed such

Chapter 393 His Type?

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sat in the middle row. John drove, Silas was in the passenger seat, and Lewis, seeing them enter, quickly moved to the back row.

glanced at Victor’s tall, broad–shouldered frame, then looked back at petite, bundled–up

fully recovered… in that way. Which meant, this is his type? All those tall, modelesque women in the past couldn’t spark his fire, but this one

contain his curiosity.

“What?”