Thinking that I still had things to report, Elliot Morris followed inside with a look of utter determination as if facing certain death under the equivalent of a hundred twenty-watt light bulb.
Upon entering the room, Bella Green was still tightly wrapped in her suit jacket. She coughed lightly and said, "I, I’m going to change clothes."
"Do you have clothes here?" Mason raised his eyebrow.
Bella was taken aback, then embarrassingly pointed upstairs, "Uh, it seems the guest room has quite a bit of Victor’s clothes. I previously..."
Upon hearing this, Mason suddenly realized that before Victor had gone abroad, he had stayed here for a while, and some of his clothes and daily necessities were prepared here.
Suddenly, he remembered that the little thing had worn Victor’s clothes once before?
Didn’t think much of it then, but now recalling, it really is...
"Pack up Victor’s clothes and send them over," Mason’s face darkened as he spoke to Elliot.
Elliot quickly responded and ran upstairs.
"Then what am I supposed to wear? At least leave one for me!" Bella said dejectedly, and was about to head upstairs, but her suit collar was suddenly grabbed by the man.
Bella was startled and quickly stepped back, wrapping her suit around herself with a look of indignation.
Mason furrowed his brows and looked at her in displeasure.
"What are you hiding from? Where can’t I look?"
Bella glared with her big, round almond eyes: "..." Can’t look anywhere!!!
"Go upstairs, change into my clothes."
The man said, pulling her along to go upstairs, directly entering the master bedroom.
"Pick for yourself!" The man stood beside the wardrobe, speaking indifferently.
Bella glanced at him, then at the closet full of blacks, whites, greys, and blues, pursing her lips—classic minimalist style.
She scanned briefly, finally resting her gaze on a white shirt at the very edge, with the tag still hanging, presumably unworn.
The man watched her choose the shirt, eyebrows slightly raised, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
Embracing the shirt, Bella was about to go to the bathroom to change but was blocked by the man’s raised hand.
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Mason looked at the little thing wrapped in black suits, his gaze deepened.
"Why change clothes in the bathroom? Change here."
Bella: "..." What are you up to, you old rogue!?
"Two men alone, isn’t it embarrassing?" Bella said with a face full of bashfulness.
Mason noticed her acting coyly and his mouth twitched.
Then he lowered his brow and reprimanded gently, "Which part of you haven’t I seen? Watching you is no different than watching myself, hurry up and change!"
Bella grumbled: Do you have my large C-cup, huh, do you, do you!?!!?
After a while, she finally pressed down her inner fury and managed a weak smile.
"Brother, look, your clothes are dirty too, you should change as well." Saying this, she casually grabbed a shirt from the rack and stuffed it into his arms.
"Rest assured, I value your chastity more than my life, so please go to the bathroom to change, I promise I won’t peek!!"
Looking at the youth’s earnest face, Mason raised his eyebrows slightly, then glanced at the shirt in his own arms, suddenly taking the one with the tag from Bella’s embrace and exchanging it with the one in his hand.
Then, raising his hand, he undid the top button of his shirt, whether intentionally or not, the moment he undid it, his Adam’s apple rolled slightly, as if signaling something.
One by one, the buttons were undone, revealing the man’s toned upper body slowly to the air.
Holding the shirt, Bella’s gaze was frozen as it followed the man’s hands inching down, from his clavicle to his chest and then to those perfect ab muscles, subconsciously swallowing hard...
He really is... damn well-built!!