Adrian Quincy rolled up the clothes and said in a deep voice, "They're too old. I'll take them and throw them out for you. Go buy yourself some new clothes tomorrow."
Claire Sinclair: "..."
For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to say it was a shameful waste.
Because the pile of clothes really was a bit old...
Adrian Quincy said nothing more. He turned, left, and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.
Claire Sinclair closed her eyes, an incredible sense of peace washing over her.
「The next morning.」
When Claire Sinclair woke up, she found a black-and-white paneled chiffon dress laid out on her bed. It was a professional style, yet not the least bit frumpy.
'Did Adrian Quincy buy this dress for me?'
Claire Sinclair climbed out of bed, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and sent him a text: Mr. Quincy, did you buy the dress that was on my bed?
After waiting for nearly five minutes, she received a reply: Yes.
