Chapter 397
The driver pulled over, and Shirley turned to Benjamin. "Give me a minute. I'll be right back."
With that, she got out of the car in a hurry.
Not long after, she returned with a shopping bag from the department store and hopped into the car. From the bag, she pulled out a bright red suit and a dark floral shirt.
Benjamin's lips twitched in helplessness as he looked at the two items. "Is this… your pick?"
Shirley presented the clothes like treasure. "Yeah! Don't they look good?"
Benjamin frowned deeply. "I beg to differ."
A red suit and a floral shirt? Did Shirley take him for a peacock? He was beginning to wonder if she was messing with him on purpose. She usually wouldn't have such peculiar tastes.
But Shirley brimmed with confidence. "You'll see how amazing it looks when you put it on."
What else could Benjamin say? He'd just sweated a lot, and his inner shirt was completely soaked. His jacket was stained with blood and unwearable.
Seeing Shirley so full of conviction, Benja

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