Chapter 67 Ansel, Are You Short on Clothes or Something?

Buying clothes for Ansel? That thought had never once crossed Gardenia's mind. When she didn't answer right away, Ansel's face—still wearing the trace of a smile just seconds ago—darkened noticeably. "So, this shirt... wasn't for me." That wasn't a question. It was a statement. "Yeah." Gardenia had no way to magically summon a new shirt out of thin air, so she could only admit it. "Then who's the guy you went to the men's section for?" She quickly explained, "I was just with Tessa—she's picking out a gift for her boyfriend and asked me to help her choose." But Ansel's expression grew colder by the second, and Gardenia couldn't begin to guess what was going on in that head of his. "I'm sorry, Mr. Leager. I didn't realize you were low on clothes. How about this—I'll go pick out a few shirts for you after work tomorrow, alright?" Ansel honestly wanted to figure out what she was thinking. Him, the mighty Ansel—short on clothes? Seriously? "No." "I want them today. You're going