Not only did Timothy bring breakfast, but he also brought a bunch of white camellias. He generously
praised, “Jojo, you're truly amazing. Your oil painting skills can rival those of a master.”
Johanna just smiled, taking the camellia and placing it in the vase.
Timothy opened the thermos, and the aroma of the spaghetti instantly wafted out. He poured the pasta
from the thermos into the bowl before handing a fork to Johanna.
After Johanna took a bite, he couldn't wait to ask, “Is it tasty?”
“It's quite delicious.” Johanna suddenly looked up to find Timothy resting his chin in his hands, watching
her with a faint smile.
She wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't. Instead, she lowered her head and continued
eating her pasta.
After finishing breakfast, Johanna took Timothy up to the second floor.
She selected a male formal attire from a row of them and showed it to Timothy. “You can't be too flashy
when attending someone else's wedding. You should wear black formal attire.”
Timothy spoke with a hint of jealousy. “Are you casually styling me? You brought another man to the
shop to pick out a formal attire last time.”
“Back then, my studio wasn't fully renovated, so I could only take Zander to the store to buy one
directly,” Johanna said. “This formal attire is something I bought with my own money. You can wear it
and leave. No need to pay me back.”
Timothy argued, “When I came to you for styling, your studio wasn't even finished. You should have
taken me to the store to choose formal attire.”
“Are you going to wear this or not?” Johanna stared at him.
“I won't wear it unless you personally pick it out for me from a branded store.” The thought of her going
out of her way for other men while he couldn't enjoy the same experience left a sour taste in Timothy's
heart.
The two of them stared at each other, locked in a standoff. In the end, it was Johanna who backed
down, hanging the suit back up.
Johanna locked up the shop and drove Timothy to the mall.
On the way, Johanna asked Timothy, “Do you want to bring Asel over to your Aunt Louisa's daughter's
wedding in the afternoon?”
“The wedding banquet will be crowded and too noisy. I don't plan on taking Asel.” Timothy paused for a
moment, then added nonchalantly, “I think it'll be best if she doesn't meet those strangers.”
As soon as they entered a brand store in the mall, a sales associate immediately came up to greet
them.
Timothy was tall and slender, and there were plenty of ready-made suits in the store that fit him.
Johanna picked out a suit for him in just two minutes, but Timothy was not quite satisfied because the
selection process was too quick.
He said the style of that formal attire wasn't good and asked Johanna to choose again.
A nearby sales assistant couldn't help but suggest, “Mr. Timothy, how about you give me your
measurements? We can have a model try on the clothes for you to see.”
The sale assistant was worried that Timothy might get tired from trying on clothes, but Timothy thought
she was overly concerned.
He simply wanted Johanna to help him choose clothes personally and adjust his collar. If he let a model
display the clothes, he'd be tricking Johanna into coming out for nothing.
After trying out four or five formal attires, Timothy finally chose a set that he was satisfied with.
Johanna noticed that the waist of the formal attire was a bit loose. She called over the sales assistant
and asked the latter to take it to the workshop for alterations.
The sale assistant was about to nod when she secretly caught Timothy's gaze.
The sale assistant suddenly understood something and apologized to Johanna. “I'm sorry. The tailor
won't be here until this afternoon. Could you leave your phone number? I'll notify you to pick up your
trousers once they're altered.”
“Forget it. I'll take it back and fix it myself,” said Johanna. The wedding banquet is starting at noon.
There's not enough time.
Timothy was quite pleased with the sale assistant's clever response. He falsely claimed that he didn't
bring his card, prompting Johanna to purchase all the outfits he had tried on.
After buying the formal wear and returning to the studio, Johanna made some adjustments to the waist
of the trousers.
Once Timothy had changed his clothes and come out, Johanna noticed that his shirt collar was buried
in his neck. She asked him to squat down and helped him straighten out his collar.
The two were so close that her lips were nearly touching his forehead.
Timothy subtly leaned forward, creating the illusion that Johanna had just kissed his forehead. Then, he
looked up in surprise and asked, “Jojo, did you just kiss me?”
“No.”
“I can feel your soft lips pressing against my forehead, though.”
Timothy rested his hands on his knees, looking at her with a smile. “If you want a kiss, just say it. I
won't stop you.”
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