Female Novel
Chapter 1105
“What? Well…” Sabrina was taken aback.
“What? Your jacket bore witness to the aftermath of your indisposition. I took it upon myself to disposeof it.”
With a contrite smile, Sabrina gingerly extricated herself from the covers and stood.
“I apologize profusely… And how much was your attire? I will gladly compensate you.”
“You needn’t trouble yourself with that. I possess substantial wealth.”
To Blayze, a mere garment hardly registered as significant. After a moment’s reflection, Sabrinaproposed, “How about I treat you to dinner tonight?”novelbin
Given Blayze’s assistance in apprehending Hobson and his aid at the bar, it seemed only fitting forSabrina to extend an invitation to dine.
Blayze lifted his gaze to meet hers.
“Sounds great.”
Pointing at the paper bag resting on the sofa, he remarked, “By the way, I arranged for the acquisitionof that new down jacket for you. What are your thoughts? Is it to your liking?”
“You have an impeccable sense of style.”
“It was actually my secretary who made the selection.”
Sabrina’s praise was misdirected. Speechless, Sabrina stood there, at a loss for words.
Delicately, she retrieved the down jacket from the paper bag and unfurled it. It was a crisp, short, whitegarment.
She gingerly unzipped it, draping it over her form and then checking her reflection before the full-lengthmirror.
“Your secretary certainly possesses exquisite taste.”
Blayze remained silent, rendered wordless by her response. Subsequently, Sabrina shed the downjacket, ventured into the bathroom and attended to her face, dabbing away makeup with a tissue.
The visage that gazed back at her bore no trace of cosmetics. She scrutinized her reflection and foundthe scar on her face to be less conspicuous than anticipated.
She smoothed her hair and concealed her face with a veil of modesty.
Upon her return from the bathroom, she surveyed the room and spotted her phone resting on thebedside table. She approached it, lifted it and pressed the power button.
Huh? Her phone had run out of battery?
She pressed the power button once more, and the device came to life, revealing that it still possessedhalf its charge.
With an uncanny sense of her inner thoughts, Blayze chimed in, “I noticed a persistent strean of callsdirected your way. Fearing it might rouse you from your slumber, I took the liberty of silencing yourphone. I hope you did not miss anything important.”
“Thanks .” The call records were shown instantly.