Kelly was always gentle when coaxing people, but once she made up her mind, no one could stop her. He should know this better than I do.
The call ended abruptly just as the car pulled up beneath the apartment building.
“Thanks.”
After thanking her politely, I got out of the car and left.
Kelly withdrew her gaze from the surroundings and called after me. "Mac, may I ask, who did you buy that silk scarf for?"
“My wife.”
Kelly pressed her hand on her forehead and smiled wryly, as if thinking I said that because I was trying to provoke her.
“You used to buy the same brand and style for me all the time, five years ago.”
"So?" I met her gaze calmly.
"You don't have to pretend in front of me. All these years, all I want is for you to be happy, not acting like this."
Huh? Like what?
The glass of the residential area gate showed my reflection.
A casual suit, plain flat shoes and a canvas bag full of groceries. The outfit of someone who was scrambling to make ends meet.
But for someone accustomed to high-end custom-made clothes like me, this look wasn't so bad at all.
I smiled and was not angry. “I think it's pretty good.”
For a brief moment, Kelly's expression softened.