So, Ansel didn’t think much about her words.
“Where should we go for lunch?”
He really wanted to see her!
“Just leave now, and don’t let my sister see you. Can you do that?” Agnes emphasized again, feeling anxious and regretting the immature lie she told last night.
Of all things, why did she have to say she was at Mr. Johnson’s studio?
Ansel, with his big mouth, would spill the beans one day!
“Why? What’s wrong with your sister?” Ansel stood outside the unit door, looking up in confusion while holding a cake in one hand and his phone in the other.
“No reason. If you want to have lunch with me, leave now!” She didn’t want to waste time arguing.
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving.”
Ansel immediately turned and left without thinking too much. He asked with a smile, “Where are you? How have you been? Busy with work?”
Sitting on Tom’s large bed, she glanced nervously towards the bathroom where the sound of running water continued.
She whispered to him, “We’ll talk more over lunch. Keep the cake for now and bring it to me at noon. Thank you.”
She feared he might bring it to her house.
“Alright, no problem. I’m already out the door. Don’t worry!” He loved her, so he would be obedient.
“That’s all for now. Bye, see you at noon.”
“See you at noon!” Ansel was genuinely happy. He had won a competition, obtained the necessary certifications, and after passing both written and oral exams, he could now teach at a university.
Moreover, the girl he liked for a long time agreed to have lunch with him. Was this a double success in love and career?
From now on, he would not only be an artist but also a teacher.
With the title of teacher, marrying Agnes would put Mr. and Mrs. Campbell at ease. It was a stable job that would benefit their future children as well since teachers’ children often receive certain policy advantages.
After the call ended, Agnes could no longer sleep. She got out of bed and folded the blanket neatly.
She walked into his dressing room with a bag in hand.
The dressing room was spacious and well-designed. Clothes and pants were organized into sections; belts, watches, brooches, and cufflinks each had their own display case, all arranged neatly like a men’s boutique store.
As Agnes changed clothes, she pondered why her grandmother sent the clothes in two batches. It was intentional.
It left her with only pajamas to wear last night.
To be fair, today’s dress fit perfectly as if it were tailor-made.
It was a beige long-sleeved dress with excellent drape.
The comfortable fabric and exquisite craftsmanship, along with the waist-cinching design, created a perfect visual focus that enhanced her natural beauty.
However, the invisible zipper on the back seemed to be stuck. She tried several times but couldn’t pull it up successfully and started to get anxious.
She didn’t dare use too much force for fear of breaking it.
Just then, the sound of running water stopped, and Tom Fritz soon walked out of the bathroom.
He wore a gray inner shirt with a black outer layer designed as one piece. The three-dimensional cut suited his physique perfectly; it was a designer piece that combined comfort with style.
Every detail from the collar to the sleeves was meticulously crafted.
Tom Fritz’s thin lips were slightly pursed as he dried his hair with a white towel. His expression was calm and his demeanor elegant.
Seeing the neatly folded blanket on the bed, he assumed she had gone downstairs after changing clothes. He headed into the dressing room to grab a belt, casually placing the towel on a rack.
His casual movements exuded an irresistible charm.