FREE NOVEL DRAMA Chapter My Arrogant 113
Chapter 113 Unparalleled Beauty
What was the situation with these two people?
Alarm bells rang in Blake's mind, and he immediately ran over to stand in front of Myrna, looking like a protective calf, as if he was afraid that his own cabbage would be uprooted by a pig.
"Mr. Larson, you haven't even seen it yet, how do you know you'll like it? What if you don't?"
Calvin squinted, giving him a glance
Blake's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he was being watched, but he didn't back down, staring back with wide eyes.
"You really need to try on clothes to know if they look good or not. Mya bought them randomly, what if they don't look good on you or don't fit..." I could also snag a bargain! A few words were not yet finished.
In front of him, Calvin's pale fingers suddenly unbuttoned his clothes, one by one, from the collar to the lower abdomen, and directly put on the clothes Myrna bought for him.
The ink-colored shirt was worn on his body, the cut suited him well, from the chest muscles to the waistline, as if the designer had tailor-made it for him as a model.
The buttons on his collar were not fully fastened, adding a touch of casualness. Stray hairs hung over his full forehead, his brow bone was prominent, his eyes narrow and deep, and his jawline was both cold and hard, exuding masculinity all over. 0.00%
The ink-colored shirt fit him just right, paired with the silver bracelet and beaded bracelet on his wrist. It felt as if a character from a comic book had stepped into reality.
Even Blake, as a man, couldn't help but take a few extra glances.
Mr. Larson was just too... breathtakingly handsome, leaving no chance for others!
No wonder there was a saying that circulated among the upper class of Nemmington - after the moonlight and the water, Calvin was the third kind of unparalleled beauty! Calvin bypassed him directly, walking up to Myrna. He was tall, with his neck bent, his eyes deep, and asked, "How is it?"
Myrna's eyes lit up.
The effect of him wearing the clothes was exactly the same as he had imagined when he saw them in the store.
Who wouldn't like beautiful things when they saw them?
Myrna also appreciated beautiful people and things, so she didn't hesitate to give her compliments: "It looks good, especially on you. I noticed your fair skin, it really suits this color."
The corners of Calvin's mouth couldn't help but lift, his eyelids drooping as he hummed in a low, magnetic voice that was utterly captivating, "I'll have them prepare more of this color in the future."
Blake felt upset. Just as Mr. Larson had taken off his clothes, he didn't dare to stop him. But now, as he listened to the two of them chatting, he felt more and more uncomfortable. Unable to stop Calvin, he could only run to Myrna and ask, "Mya, why did you only buy for Mr. Larson and not for me? Where's mine?"
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Chapter 113 Unparalleled Beauty
Alfredo, lying in the sickbed, also felt a pang of sourness in his heart. He was afraid that Myrna would dislike him. Despite feeling extremely sour, he didn't show it as obviously as Blake did. He just whispered from the side, "I also want the clothes that sister bought." Look at this little one testing the boundaries, it could melt anyone's heart.
Calvin glanced at him, "I'll buy it for you another day."
Hehe, Alfredo sneered, almost revealing his true nature by saying he didn't want what he had bought.
Fortunately, Myrna heard him. She turned around and ruffled his soft hair, her black eyes leisurely squinting with a hint of mischief, her expression relaxed. "What kind of clothes do you want?"
Alfredo's eyes sparkled, without a second thought, he grabbed her sleeve, "Adorable!"
He wanted to be cute, super cute, and he decided to follow the adorable route in the future.
Myrna readily agreed, "I'll buy you one when I find the right one next time."
After all, it wasn't expensive. As for money, she had some. It would just be sitting there if she didn't spend it.
Blake felt even worse as he listened. He unwillingly leaned his handsome face closer again, pointed at himself, and asked with a face full of resentment, "Mya, what about me?"