CHAPTER 70: WHAT ARE HIS REASONS?

Clothes are meant to be worn; they'll get dirty eventually," Harry eyed the soup-stained clothes. "I will have Mark send over some dresses for you to pick from." "You will do no such thing." She froze, staring in shock at Harry. "You don't have to worry yourself; this one is expensive. I don't need you getting new ones." She looked down at her clothes. "Why would he want to do that for me?" She thought. Her mind reeling. Mark, who had drawn closer to hearing his name mentioned, chuckled. "Miss Victoria, we don't need to buy a new dress. We have them already." He fished out his Motorola and punched in some digits while watching Victoria's face light up in awe. " I will have them bring the clothes over," he whispered and strolled away. " And if you don't like the colors. Please let me know. All right?" Harry added casually. Looking around the room. Can I ask you something?" Victoria leaned close to Harry. Her voice was low as though the winds might snatch her words. Her hands clutch