Abigail stared blankly at the man, suddenly realizing the clothes she was wearing. So he chose the size?
Then she suddenly thought that since arriving at Piers' Mansion, no one had ever asked her for her measurements. Yet, whether she was fat before or losing weight gradually, her clothes always fit perfectly.
This was also why she originally thought she hadn't lost any weight.
Could it be that he selected all her clothes?
Abigail looked at Brandon with a strange expression. Was this man a machine? Could he scan the human body so accurately?
And indeed, she had lost around forty pounds since giving birth.
"This outfit looks good too," Brandon spoke again.
Abigail felt awkward, unsure if this man meant she looked good in this outfit or if the outfit itself was good.
"Dummy." Seeming to see right through Abigail's thoughts, Brandon gently curled his lips.
Abigail, "…" Did this man enjoy making personal attacks?
