Chapter 354
Vera glanced at Suzan’s belly and said, “You’re pregnant, so of course Mitchell can’t be intimate with you right now. It’s normal for him to feel a bit lonely. But snapping at him isn’t the way-it just pushes him further away.”
Suzan had to admit, ever since she’d started arguing with Mitchell more often, he’d definitely grown distant.
Anxious and worried, she asked, “Mom, what should I do?”
Vera took her hand. “Come with me—I’m going to help you pick out something nice to wear for the night.”
“Nightwear? That’s not necessary. I already have plenty.”
Vera shook her head. “Not the right kind.”
Suzan followed Vera into a boutique specializing in lingerie. Only then did she realize what her mother meant by “not the right kind.”
All the pajamas Suzan thought were sexy suddenly seemed utterly tame compared to what filled these racks.
“Mom, these… these are barely more than scraps of fabric. Is this even wearable?”
Vera gave her an exasperated look. “You’re just wearing it at home, not out on the street. What are you worried about? If you want to keep Mitchell’s heart, you have to make the effort. So, are you in or not?”
Suzan had to admit, compared to Vera, she was still a novice at this.
As soon as they walked in, the sales assistant greeted Vera warmly. Clearly, Vera was a regular.
Suzan leaned in and whispered, “Mom, I had no idea you and Dad were so… adventurous.”
For a moment, Vera’s smile faltered, and something complicated flickered in her eyes.
“Pick this black one. You have fair skin-it’ll look stunning on you.”
Suzan figured her mother knew best, so she let her choose.
They left the boutique with a discreet bag in hand, unaware of a familiar figure lurking in the shadows nearby.
“Miss, would you like to buy that nightgown?” the sales assistant asked Nita with a bright smile.
“Huh?”
Nita had sneaked in while tailing Suzan and Vera, grabbing the first thing she saw just to blend in. Only now did she realize she was clutching a slinky piece of lingerie that barely qualified as clothing.
The silky fabric felt scorching hot in her hand-she wanted nothing more than to toss it away.
She forced a sheepish smile. “Um… I…”
“Miss Nita never would’ve guessed
you’d go for something so wild,” came a familiar, teasing voice. Vinson Elliott was about to walk
past, but when he looked again, it really was Nita.
Vinson was shameless, and even though he knew exactly what kind of shop this was, he strode right in.
Nita was already mortified. Seeing Vinson sent her brain spinning; she felt an explosion of panic inside her head.
In her panic, she shoved the nightgown into Vinson’s arms and bolted.
Vinson stood there, stunned. “… What the-?”
Did she really just dump that thing on him and run?
She did. She actually ran.
“Sir, would you like to purchase this?” the sales assistant asked politely.
For once, Vinson’s cheeks turned red. Even with his thick skin, this was a new level of emba
vel of embarrassment.
“No, thank you,” he muttered.
He walked out trying to look unbothered, but as soon as he was clear of the shop,
he sped up to a near-jog, practically fleeing.
“Mr. Elliott.”
Nita’s head popped out from the doorway of a nearby store.
Vinson smirked to himself. Gotcha. He crossed his arms and looked at her. “So, why did you throw that thing at me and run off?”
Nita gave him an awkward smile. “Well… I figured you’d know what to do with it. You seem more experienced.”
Vinson’s eyes narrowed, a mischievous glint flashing in them.