Just as the elevator doors closed shut, I said, "I came with my bag, and it's still with me. What did I leave behind?"
Hendrix calmly watched as the elevator moved upwards and pretended to not have heard anything.
I followed behind him without saying anything. In the blink of an eye, we found ourselves at the part of the mall which sold high end products. Hendrix stopped in front of a shop that sold men's clothing.
Did this mean that he was going to spend money on new clothes like a five-year-old?
As I thought of this, Hendrix had walked in.
Everyone in the capital city knew who Hendrix was. He was immediately brought over to the most luxurious spot in the shop as soon as he stepped in. Every piece of clothing here was created by world-famous fashion designers. Each of them was one of a kind.
As expected, the prices were also one of a kind.
After the salesperson had finished introducing their latest collections in detail, she then proceeded to recommend some of their products to earn a sale. "Mr. Roberts, do you need our professional stylists to pick out some suitable clothing for you?"
"There's no need for that," Hendrix rejected the offer outright. He turned to look at me and said, "Come here."
"Me?" I pointed at myself, "Are you sure?"
Children's clothes were sold as complete sets, so it would still look halfway decent even if it wasn't the best choice. Hendrix's clothes were always in the spotlight, but not me. I didn't have the confidence to pick out clothes for him.
Hendrix slid a hand into his pocket and straightened his posture. "You're right, my clothes are much too rigid. I want to please my wife. Of course, I have to suit her preferences. I'm worried that my wife will lose interest in me sooner or later. How could I allow that to happen?"
Good heavens, he still had a grudge against me.
He made it sound like I was going to divorce him if he didn't change his style of fashion.
The salesperson's face lit up as she looked at me in surprise. She didn't expect to be shocked twice in such a short period of time.
The richest man in town had come with his secret wife!
However, customers who patronized this shop were either rich or noble, so this wasn't unusual. Soon, the salesperson regained her composure and said, "Mrs. Roberts, do you need my assistance? I have a few pieces of clothing that would fit you perfectly."
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