Chapter 107 Anything You Choose Works for Me
Abigail paused, then asked, “What do you mean?”
Eloise pouted. “If that bastard’s family cared about him, how could he have been missing for a year without being found? They only found him after he regained his memory, Abbie, this is the age of big data. Finding an adult isn’t that hard.”
Abigail’s lips pressed together slightly. Eloise continued, “Forget it, let’s not talk about him. It’s bad luck.”
After finishing the last bite of pancake, Eloise closed her eyes in satisfaction. “It tastes like heaven. I want to eat it every day.”
“Sure. Pay up,” Abigail said.
Eloise pouted. “You don’t love me anymore.”
“I love you, but you can’t hinder my business.”
Eloise was speechless.
At the mall, from a distance, they saw that Hugh was already there. His blue hair was eye–catching. Combined with his handsome and devilish face, he looked like a character straight out of a movie.
Hugh exuded a carefree and rebellious demeanor. He had a lazy and roguish smile at the corner of his lips. Ladies passing by couldn’t help but turn their heads to look at him.
“Hugh, have you been waiting long?” Abigail and Eloise walked over, asking apologetically.
Hugh smiled. “No, I just got here. And this is…”
“This is my good friend, Eloise Smith.” Abigail introduced.
Eloise extended her hand. “Hello, Mr. Style.”
Hugh shook her hand. “Hello, Ms. Smith. I vaguely remember you. You were there that night at the bar.
Eloise laughed. “You have an excellent memory, Mr. Style. If I had
known who you were, I would’ve stopped her.”
Hugh raised an eyebrow. “Could you have stopped a drunk person?”
“Definitely not.”
Abigail was speechless at Eloise’s reply. She, the person involved, was still here. Could they not talk about it?
“Let’s go inside and have a look.” Abigail quickly changed the topic.
They walked toward the men’s clothing section, heading straight for their destination. Abigail then asked, “Mr. Style, do you usually prefer casual or business styles?”
Hugh asked, “What do you think?”
Abigail looked at him. He was wearing light–colored shorts and a T- shirt. He had a necklace around his neck and a diamond earring in his left ear, glimmering under the light.
His style leaned toward cool and chic. Neither casual nor business.
After pondering for a while, Abigail turned to Eloise. “What’s your opinion?”
Eloise suggested, “Mr. Style is so handsome. He can definitely pull off any style. How about an abstinent look?”
Abigail was speechless. What strange thoughts were running through Eloise’s mind?
Hugh had one hand in his pocket as he watched them lazily and charmingly.
Eloise continued, “Look. Mr. Style didn’t object. Let’s give it a try.”
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Abigail, unsure of what to choose, asked Hugh, “Is that okay?”
Hugh smiled and replied, “Anything you choose works for me.”
Eloise immediately gave a meaningful smile, and Abigail felt embarrassed.
They entered a men’s clothing store filled with business suits. Abigail looked around and handed Hugh a white shirt and black suit. “Mr.
Style, would you like to try this on?”
“Sure.” Hugh cooperatively took the clothes and headed to the fitting
room.
Eloise crossed her arms. “Abbie, have your tastes become fixed?”
“What do you mean?”
Eloise leaned closer and lowered her voice. “That bastard seems to dress like this all the time.”
Abigail was at a loss for words.