The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 927

Felicia stared at him in sheer disbelief. When had she ever agreed to buy him clothes? Sensing her bewildered stare, Max turned his head. His dark eyes seemed to instantly read her mind, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.

"Don’t worry. I will be the one paying," Max assured her.

Felicia was left entirely speechless.

Max led her by the hand straight into the upscale mall. The menswear section was located on the second floor, serving as a hub for the world's most prestigious luxury brands. They walked into an Italian haute couture boutique, a label Max frequently used for his custom-tailored suits. The moment they entered, the staff hurried over to greet them with polite, practiced smiles.

"Take a look and choose whatever you like," Max told Felicia.

Felicia gave him a flat look before turning her attention to the display racks, carefully browsing through the hanging garments.

Max took a seat on the plush sofa while the staff immediately brought over a tray of tea and delicate pastries. As he slowly sipped his black tea, his gaze remained firmly fixed on the woman earnestly selecting his clothes. She was wearing a sophisticated, mid-length white dress that revealed her slender calves, paired with elegant red flats. Her hair was tied in a neat half-ponytail, highlighting her delicate profile and composed expression. For a brief moment, his eyes inadvertently drifted down to her flat stomach.

Felicia soon put together two complete outfits and informed the sales associate of his sizes. The staff member respectfully acknowledged the request and hurried off to gather the items. Felicia turned and walked back toward the seating area.

Max slowly set his teacup down, his voice soft and warm. "That was fast. You even know my exact measurements?"

"I do not," Felicia replied smoothly.

Max chuckled. "Are you just brushing me off?"

Felicia sat down on the sofa, picked up the other cup of tea, and blew on it lightly. "You guessed correctly. I am just brushing you off."

Max leaned in close, slipping his arm naturally around her waist. "It does not matter if you are brushing me off. As long as you were the one who picked them out, that is fine by me."

Listening to the man's effortlessly smooth words, Felicia paused her drinking. She set the teacup back down on the table. "You should probably refrain from saying things like that."

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