Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Seeing a man walk in, several customers were initially stunned, then upon seeing his face, they were even more frozen in place, like they’d been struck by an acupuncture point, unable to move.

Henry Dales stood there too, feeling a bit at a loss.

Being stared at by a crowd of women made him falter and his face grew increasingly red.

He was there to pick out lingerie for Scarlett Yates.

Last night, it had been almost dawn, and the clothing stores were closed, so he couldn’t buy clothes to change into.

The sleepwear Scarlett was wearing belonged to Elina.

Outer clothes can be borrowed, but intimate wear is a different matter.

"Sir, are you picking out lingerie for your wife?" The clerk, feeling sorry for Henry Dales as he was stared down by a group of women, couldn’t bear to see his embarrassed hands unsure of where to go, and took the initiative to help him out.

Henry’s palms were sweating with nerves, and in the clerk’s friendly smile, he hesitated for a few seconds before nodding gently.

Earlier, when the clerk asked if he was choosing for his wife, he should have shaken his head, but ultimately he nodded.

When she wasn’t looking, him satisfying his little personal indulgence like this, wasn’t a problem, right?

"Sir, if you’re not comfortable picking, you can tell me your wife’s size, favorite colors, and styles, and I’ll help you choose."

Size...

Henry’s face turned even redder, remembering that Scarlett had handed him a note before he left, which had her size written on it.

At the time, he was quite embarrassed and nervous, immediately stuffed the note into his bag without looking at what was written.

As for what women like in terms of lingerie colors and styles, Henry was clueless, and he wasn’t comfortable asking Scarlett.

However, he thought that women should know at least a bit about other women, so instead of picking at random, it was better to leave it to the clerk.

He took the note from his suit pocket, intending to hand it directly to the clerk, but couldn’t resist taking a peek first.

The note had neat handwriting: 32C, pink or light purple.

Henry’s face flashed hot, and a few images flitted through his mind.

That morning, Scarlett in Elina’s loose sleepwear didn’t reveal any figure to speak of.

Elina was taller than her, and the sleepwear hung on her body like she was wearing an adult’s clothes.

He really hadn’t seen it coming, that her chest... uh... was actually a C.

A C, that should be quite something.

Thinking about it made Henry’s face even hotter.

He lowered his head and coughed into his hand, pretending, before handing the note over to the clerk: "Just pick a few sets according to this."

"Okay, sir." The clerk accepted the note, glanced at it, then smiled and asked, "Sir, how many sets would you like to choose?"

Henry wasn’t sure how many sets would be good.

If it’s one set per day, then at least seven sets, right?

After seriously thinking about it, he coughed twice more, like clearing his throat, and said in a low voice: "Uh... seven sets will do."

The clerk’s eyes sparkled.

She led Henry to the lounge area, poured him a cup of hot water, and stood beside him suggesting: "Then I suggest picking one set of each style, does that sound good to you, sir?"

Henry just nodded continuously: "Uh, uh, that’s fine."