Chapter 182

The probing and dissatisfaction in Wynnie's eyes made me very uncomfortable. Since falling ill, my dressing style indeed changed, leaning more toward comfort rather than style at the expense of warmth. Today, I wore a cashmere sweater with a linen shirt underneath, which gave a very warm and cozy appearance. Confirming that there was nothing inappropriate about my outfit, I even subconsciously thought she was just picking on me. She looked at me as I adjusted my clothes in the mirror, frowning in displeasure. "You might not understand, but those new interns at the company love this kind of scholarly, approachable look," she said. "Otherwise, why do you think these students who haven't even graduated yet would approach you?" Approach me? I vaguely remembered the restaurant server on our wedding anniversary. What did that have to do with me, though? I dressed this way simply for my comfort and warmth, not to attract anyone. "Wynnie, if you insist on insulting me this way, I have n