Chapter 78. Waiting for Me

CHARLOTTE

He looked from me to the suit laid out on the bed, then to the tie I’d just dropped, his expression unreadable.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes amused.

“I, uh…” I stammered, my face heating rapidly. “I thought… since you were in a hurry… I’d just…” I gestured weakly at the clothes. “And the tie… I was just figuring it out.”

He stepped further into the room, his gaze fixed on the suit. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, the silence stretching thick with unspoken things.

Then, he walked over to the bed and picked up the tie.

Finally, he looked at me, his grey eyes dark, intense, stripping away all my flimsy excuses.

“You picked the blue suit with this tie,” he said, his voice quiet, deeper than usual.

I nodded like a child being scolded.

I wondered if it didn’t match.

What the hell did I know about suits?

Jun wasn’t a suit person.

Neither was my stepfather.

“Do you not like it? I ap