Chapter 55 - Arent You My Boyfriend? (1/2)

”She sure is a chatty person.” Stella sighed as she entered inside.

”I thought you won't be back for another hour or so.” Adam gave her a lopsided smile.

”What?” She exclaimed in horror. ”I was with her for three hours already.” She pouted.

”I was just joking. No need to get so worked up sweetheart.” Adam chuckled at her horrified expression. ”She's motor mouthed but she is a good person.”

”That she definitely is. It's just that I am not used to talking so much. I knew some of my colleagues in college, but they weren't exactly my friends.” Stella replied sitting next to him on the bed.

”You will now.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to himself.

”She is a fashion designer.” Stella said recalling her conversation with Katherine which was more like a monologue since she was the one doing all the talking.

”She was just being humble. She's not just your average fashion designer, she runs her own fashion brand. She'll surely drag you there one day.” Adam replied kissing her forehead.

”You should go and freshen up. We will head out in an hour. Wear something casual.” He continued.

”But I don't have any clothes here.” Stella replied as her brows furrowed.

”You don't have to worry yourself about such a trivial matter. I sent someone to get a few casual wears for you, you can just choose one for yourself.” Adam pointed towards the couch where a bunch of shopping bags were resting on it.

”Thank you so much Adam.” Stella gave him a sweet smile, one which could always melt his heart.

”By the way, I asked them to bring some for me as well. Why don't you chose for me as well? I have to take care of something. I will be back in a while.” He said as he got up and headed out of the room.

Stella made her way towards the couch to have a look into the bags.

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Half an hour later, Adam entered the room to find a black t-shirt with a v-neck lying down on the bed along with a light gray trousers. There was post it on the t-shirt with something written on it, picking it up he read the cursive handwriting.

'Wear this!