Chapter 393 His Type?
So speechless. Now what? “Fine, whatever you say.” Tessa sounded defeated.
Stella comforted her over the phone for a while, until a knock came at the door. Tessa finally hung up. Victor told her to change and put on some makeup. But when she opened the wardrobe, all she saw were men’s clothes. She was still wearing Victor’s loungewear.
The oversized sweater was long enough to pass for a dress. When the door knocked again, Tessa went to open it directly. Victor stood outside. Seeing her still dressed the same, he frowned. “What have you been doing all this time?”
Tessa hesitated. Calling Star for help, obviously? But thinking about how Stella had acted so meek on the phone when Victor came up, Tessa felt even more hopeless.
She kept her thoughts to herself and replied, “I don’t have any clothes. Am I supposed to put on one of your suits?”
She looked pitiful. The sweater she had on was already long–if it were a suit jacket, she definitely couldn’t wear it. Victor was really tall… Probably about 6’3“?
Standing in front of him, the top of her head barely reached his chest. He was broad and muscular too. Basically, Victor was twice her size–and then some in height. If she wore one of his suits, it would probably hang down to her knees.
Victor narrowed his eyes. “Where are your clothes?”
“I left in a rush. I didn’t bring anything.” Back then, things were so intense, she didn’t even have time to pack before Wesley dragged her away. She gave Victor a pitiful look, face slightly flushed. “The outfit I had on–where did you put it after you took it off me?”
She’d looked for it everywhere yesterday but couldn’t find it.
Victor’s face darkened. He checked his watch. It was too late to have someone send clothes over now. He finally pulled a rarely worn smoky gray hoodie from the wardrobe and tossed it to her. It was huge.
On Tessa, it looked loose and baggy, and it reached her knees. Somehow, she actually made it look stylish.
But it was freezing in Falvaria. Tessa looked up at Victor, miserable. “I’m cold. Sure, she was dressed–but she’d freeze the moment they stepped outside.
Victor paused. Once again, he thought women were just impossible to take care of.
He muttered, annoyed, “So much trouble.”
In the end, he found a thick down jacket–one he rarely wore–and helped her into it. Victor ran hot; he rarely needed such heavy clothes. When they got into the car, it was a large black Mercedes van.
Chapter 393 His Type?
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Victor and Tessa sat in the middle row. John drove, Silas was in the passenger seat, and Lewis, seeing them enter, quickly moved to the back row. The moment Lewis saw Tessa’s face, he froze. This girl… is nothing like Victor’s usual type. She is so tiny!
He glanced at Victor’s tall, broad–shouldered frame, then looked back at petite, bundled–up Tessa.
Lewis was stunned. Their body types couldn’t be more mismatched. Especially with the clothes. she was wearing–Lewis was nearly certain that Victor must be fully recovered… in that way. Which meant, this is his type? All those tall, modelesque women in the past couldn’t spark his fire, but this one did?
Lewis couldn’t contain his curiosity. “Boss.”
“What?”
“Is she coming with us now? Are you sure she can handle it… physically?”
The way he asked “physically–he definitely had an extra meaning in mind.
Even Silas in the front seat picked up on what Lewis was implying. This idiot. Not only did he doubt Victor behind his back, now he was openly probing?
Sure, compared to Eddie, Lewis had at least a few brain cells. He didn’t ask outright–but he was still asking to die.
Tessa clearly picked up on the innuendo too. She glanced at Victor, lips pressed tight, eyes starting to well with tears again…
Victor felt a headache coming on. He glared at Lewis. “Remind me. When was the last time I tore your mouth apart?”
Lewis was speechless. His chest tightened instantly. He shut up fast and clamped his mouth shut. Boss is as terrifying as ever. Getting my mouth ripped open last time had hurt.
Tessa got dragged out the door by Victor, clearly against her will. Stella had been worried she might be scared, but at this point, she seemed to be getting used to it.
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