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Chapter 112 Not for You

Chapter 112 Not for You

That expression of yours didn't look like a so-so expression at all, the joy at the tip of your eyebrows was about to overflow.

"Almost there, Cedric and I both had black bracelets, only you had a silver one, the colors were not the same at all!"

Why on earth!

The corners of Calvin's mouth couldn't help but lift, his gaze falling to his own bracelet, his mood very cheerful: "Perhaps she thinks you look good in black."

Hehe da!

"I looked good in silver too."

"Really?" Calvin's gaze never left his bracelet, his responses were always absent-minded.

Blake felt sour in his heart, it was indescribably unpleasant. He looked longingly at his bracelet, and stubbornly said, "Mr. Larson, how about we swap? I think black suits you better. It's so nice, understated and meaningful. Silver suits me better, it's youthful." Calvin lifted his eyes, shooting a sharp glance.

He silently touched his nose and awkwardly raised his hand, "Forget I mentioned it, you wear it, you wear it, silver suits you. It also makes you look younger."

Tsk, he really must have had a screw loose, thinking about pulling a tooth from a tiger's mouth.

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But he really wanted that 'tooth'.

Unable to beat Calvin, Blake changed his approach and turned to ask Myrna resentfully, "Mya, why is only Mr. Larson's bracelet silver,

while Cedric and I have the same style?"&

After all, he was her blood brother. How long had Cedric known Mya? Could they possibly be on the same level?

Cedric was shot even while lying down, but he had received a gift. Despite being scolded by Blake, he stood happily to the side without talking back.

Myrna was going through the things she bought that day, and without a second thought, she replied, "Because his hands are fair, a silver bracelet looks good on him." Who didn't like beautiful people and things? She also liked them.

A feast for the eyes, a sight for sore eyes.

Blake:

So his hand was very black?

"Found it." Myrna finally rummaged out the black paper bag that was placed at the very bottom from a pile of bags.

Blake stretched his neck and saw another unopened bag. He walked over, picked it up and asked Myrna, "Mya, this brand seems to sell men's clothing?"

Selling men's clothing, it must have been bought for him!

Blake instantly felt balanced inside, asking with a grin, "Is it for me?"

Who knew Myrna took the bag from his hand, "No."

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Blake paused for a moment, then quickly caught up, "If it's not for me, then who is it for?"

It can't be for Mr. Larson again, can it?!

Sure enough, he watched as the fair-skinned, reflective girl walked up to Calvin with a paper bag in her hand. She handed over the bag, saying, "I saw this while I was shopping and thought it would suit you, so I bought it. Take a look and see if you like it. If not, it's no big deal." She had simply bought it because it caught her eye, always feeling that if this piece of clothing wasn't worn by him, the designer's design would have been wasted.

Only he could pull off this style of clothing and still convey the initial feeling the designer had envisioned.

Calvin looked down at the fair wrist extended in front of him,

somewhat surprised, yet also somewhat delighted. His narrow eves

were deep, his thin lips slightly pursed, his voice husky and enticing: "Is this for me?"

Myrna hummed in response, casually saying, "I bought it randomly, you'd better take a look first, you might not like it."

The way girls looked at clothes was different from how men did. Men sought quality in clothes, while girls preferred to look at the overall design of the clothes. What she liked, Calvin might not have liked.

Who knew.

He took it, didn't even look at it and said, "I like it."

That voice was so gentle it was practically dripping with sweetness!