Ever since she appeared before him, aside from the bathrobe she wore after showering at the hotel, her attire always represented a uniform style of office elegance, the kind that anyone with a bit of discernment could tell—this woman was from a good background, had a high education, and possessed a strong elite style.
It was hard to find fault with her, indeed.
She just lacked a certain charm and flavor, simply not belonging to the type that made his heart stir.
He squinted his eyes and concealed the profound and hidden brightness within them, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
The red shirt she wore—he had come to realize just how deep this woman's obsession with shirts ran.
But even if they were all shirts, the styles varied.
