With bangs, it really seemed to look a little young.
After changing clothes and walking through a few streets, I was a little tired and stood in front of the window looking at myself.
“Miss, do you want to go into the store?”
Looking back, I realized that I was standing in front of the store, looking at the clothes in the window.
It seemed others thought I was smiling at the clothes in the window.
After looking at the male model in the window, I was a little glad that, fortunately, I was not taken as a psycho.
“Great!” Although I didn’t know what I could buy by shopping in a men’s clothing store, I went in under the attentive gaze of the sales clerk.
Originally, I was just thinking about casually strolling, but I couldn’t help but stop in front of a set of casual clothes.
The British style sweater, gray leather jacket, white pants, a very casual way to match.
I raised my hand, touched the clothes and thought what would Dennis look like in this outfit?
He never seemed to wear other colors, maybe, try?
“Miss, are you buying for your boyfriend? This set is new for this year’s fashion week, 10% off, a set down for five thousand eight hundred, you can bring a set for your boyfriend.”
Five thousand eight hundred?
Seemed like a bargain compared to those bespoke clothes from Dennis.
“Swipe your card, miss?” The clerk continued to speak.
I froze and went over the balance on my bank card in my head, one set of clothes that didn’t affect.
Looking down, I found my bank card from my bag and handed it to the attendant.
“Miss, the balance is insufficient!” The attendant spoke, with a smile on his face.
I froze. I used to using this card, now suddenly found the money inside was not as much as I thought.
Yeah, it’d been a year since I quit my job, and the money was only coming out, so naturally I’ll run out.
“Miss, do you still want it?” Seeing me dumbfounded, the waiter asked in a whisper.
I retrieved my bank card, smiled lightly, and nodded, “Yes!”
Dennis gave the card to me and I never seemed to want to use. For one thing, I didn’t buy much. And I still had a card given by Leo, so almost never used his money.
I bought it for him, so I just swiped his card!
I found two black cards in my bag, and I was a little confused as to which one was the card Dennis gave me.
The waiter saw the two black cards in my hand and froze a little, and then swiped the card in surprise.
Both hands handed the card to me, smiling, “Miss do you need to see something else?”
I shook my head and smiled lightly, “No need!”
“Welcome back next time!”
Before even leaving the clothing store, the clerk was a little excited whispered and spoke to his colleague beside, “Wow, two king level black cards, money are used billion as units of wealthy ah, City P not many people ah, this girl actually took two card.”
“I saw it too, gosh, this is too hoity-toity. I just saw her swipe the ordinary card, thought she was just an ordinary office worker, did not expect …”
“Those two black cards are probably someone else’s, look at his signature, it seems to be called something. It is estimated that other relationships …”
The latter words, out of the store, naturally can not hear, carrying things, I can not help but sigh.
When I went to KFC, Dennis and Sheila were no longer there.
They probably had to leave beforehand. It was not true to say that I wasn’t disappointed, but I silently reassured myself that it was nothing, it was always work.
I didn’t have a car and it was inconvenient for me to go to Yara’s place at night, so I took a taxi directly back to the villa.
It was late, and it was already dark when I arrived home.
Finn had prepared a meal, and because she was in a hurry to go back, she left after a few simple words.
I went to see Clariana first. The little one had eaten and was playing with Lego in her room by herself.
Then she went back to her own business.
Not to disturb her, I went back to the bedroom, originally thought Dennis was not at home.
Open the door, the cold voice came.
“Why didn’t you answer the phone?” There was a bit of hidden anger in the voice.
I froze and found that my phone was off, and opened my mouth to explain, “My phone is dead, it’s off.”
He was on the balcony, his slender and upright back, penetrating a few cold and stern.
Slowly turned back to look at me, “went to do what?”
“Shopping.” After thinking about it, I raised the box in my hand and looked up at him with a light smile, “Bought you clothes, a little different from your usual style.”
He looked at me and narrowed his eyes, and I thought he was probably angry because I had forgotten the time.
Opened his mouth, “Do you want to try? I swiped your card!”
He looked at me, his cold stern brow slackened and he spoke with a bit of fatigue, “No, get some rest.”
I didn’t understand him anymore, and looking at his back, I couldn’t help but say, “Dennis, can we talk?”
He stood still and didn’t turn around. The bedroom was dimly lit with a bedside lamp.
“Talk about what?”
I pursed my lips, put down the clothes in my hands and spoke, “Is it because I didn’t do enough to make you angry, if so, tell me and I will change it next time.”
He looked back at me, the sulk on his brow surfaced, “No, you did a good job, impeccable.”
It was anger.
I pursed my lips, “Dennis, don’t you think we don’t look like a couple at all right now?”
“Do you?” He sneered a little, “What do you think a couple should look like? After so many years as a couple, it’s time to take stock.”
I froze in place, and this conversation became meaningless.
He looked back at me, did not say anything. I thought, if we were faced with problems, and always choose silence, maybe not long, we will go further and further away.
After a pause, I said, “I got my hair cut.”
He hmmed, the anger in his voice seemed to loosen up, “I’m not blind!”
“I blocked the wound, so it’s okay if you can’t see.”
He suddenly raised his eyes and stared at me, “Because it’s blocked, it’s fine?”
He forced down his anger, “Clara, it seems to you that the problem can be ignored as long as it is not mentioned and you can pretend it never happened, right?”
I opened my mouth, and for a moment it wasn’t worth saying anything, “I …”
“You sleep, and we choose not to talk.” He said somewhat roughly, dropping and then exiting the bedroom.
I stared at the bag on the floor for a long time, pursed my lips, and went to bed.
Not sleeping well was to be expected, staring at the ceiling for a long time, not sleepy.