Clothes and shoes?
And high heels, at that?
'Is he saying I'm too short?'
Phoebe Faulkner's brows furrowed. She took out all the clothes and glanced at the tags—to her surprise, every single item was in her exact size. 'Can that man read minds or something? How else could he have sent all these clothes over the moment I started thinking about needing some?'
None of the clothes had brand labels, but one look at the fabric and craftsmanship told her they were incredibly expensive.
'What on earth is he trying to do?'
Phoebe Faulkner racked her brain but couldn't find an answer. She couldn't figure him out, couldn't guess his motives. In the end, she decided to stop trying.
'As long as our paths keep crossing, I'll figure it out sooner or later. I'll find out why he approached me, why he's being so inexplicably good to me... and about my older brother...'
