Dear Sweetheart Chapter 47


    Chapter 47 That Is Why You Are Still Single


    James smiled widely. “All right. I don’t mind you not getting married, though. I can earn money and feed


    you.”


    “You should finish your studies first. Let’s pick two suits for you just in case you need to attend some


    event at school,” Rayna suggested. Deep down, she feltforted that James had grown to be


    understanding and responsible.


    The brother and sister continued chatting until they came to a store called Character.


    Located in Yeringham, the century-old suit outlet became one of the world’s top luxury suit brands after


    it was acquired and rebranded by Faymon Group. Its products were popr among consumers.


    “Hey, don’t touch or dirty our clothes if you’re not buying anything.”


    “Yeah! Just scram if you’re not serious about buying a suit. You should just go shop downstairs.”


    The sales staff were reprimanding someone when Rayna and James entered.


    They looked over and saw a inly-dressed old man standing in front of a row of suits. It seemed like


    he intended to pick a suit for himself, but the staff had disdain written all over their faces as they


    insulted him.


    Seeing that the old man wanted to touch the clothes again, one of them frowned in dismay and pped


    his hand away. “Didn’t I say don’t touch it? Who’s going to buy it after you touch it?”


    James pursed his lips in disgust. “What’s with the attitude? He’s just a salesperson here.”


    “I bet you feel exasperated,” Rayna agreed, looking at him with a faint smile. “I feel the same way too.”


    Speaking, Rayna walked over and took a suit down from the shelf. “The material looks good,” she


    commented as she turned the piece around, trying to see if it would fit James.


    When the salesperson saw the shopping bags they carried, he hurried over enthusiastically. “Of


    course. This is a good choice. The material is imported from Irushea, and this piece is handmade. Your


    boyfriend is very handsome. He should try these two as well,” the manplimented generously as he


    took more items from the shelf to pass to Rayna.


    Rayna faked a face as if she was contemting. “You’re right. I want all these.”


    “All of them?” The sales assistant was stupefied, for one of those suits cost tens of thousands. When


    he heard that Rayna was getting everything, a huge smile broke out on his face, and he brought all


    those suits to the counter for packing.


    “Hold on,” Rayna suddenly called out with a smile. “You see, I’m a little of a clean freak. I don’t like


    people touching my things. I don’t want any of the suits you just touched.”


    “Miss, you…” The man’s face fell.


    “What is it?” Rayna asked back. “That’s what you said to the old man. You should be d he shops at


    your store, yet you spurned him as if you don’t think he can afford your products.”


    With that said, Rayna went over to hold the old man. “Let’s go, sir. There are other better stores around


    here where people are not rude.”


    Despite dressing basically, the old man gave off an elegant air. Throughout the whole encounter, he


    remained calm andposed, and when Rayna invited him, he darted his sharp gaze at her and


    nodded. “Sure,” he said.


    Then, the three of them left for another shop.


    “Were you picking a suit for someone, sir?” Rayna asked.


    “Yes. I was looking for a suit for my son. His birthday ising soon, although I forgot when exactly it


    is. I wanted to buy him a necktie. Could you pick one for me?”


    “Of course. I’m also getting my brother a suit and a tie.”


    They went into Armani, and Rayna told the agent James’ size. After James went to try out his suit, she


    chose a necktie for the old man.


    “May I know the color of the suits your son usually wears?” she asked.


    “Mostly ck. He’s picky. He doesn’t like anything too colorful.”


    Rayna swept her gaze across the ties at the disy counter and picked two after a while. “What do you


    think about these?”


    “I like your taste,” the manplimented.


    “I’ll take these two, then. Could you wrap them up? It’s a gift,” Rayna said to the sales assistant.


    “Right away.”


    At the same time, James had just tried two sets of suits, and Rayna felt both fitted him well, so she


    selected two neckties to go with each suit and paid for everything in one go.


    When the old man saw this, he went forward to stop her. “I can pay for the neckties.”


    “It’s okay. They are not that expensive. You should keep the money for yourself,” Rayna insisted,


    pushing back his card, for the man reminded her a lot of her grandfather, who had passed away.


    The old man thanked her profusely and offered to treat them to a drink.


    Rayna and James epted the offer and ordered two milkshakes at COCO. While paying, the old man


    ordered one for himself as well. After that, the lot went downstairs together.


    “Get home safely, sir. Bye!” Rayna said with a smile as she got into the cab.


    “Bye!” The man smiled back.


    Not long after Rayna left, a ck sedan pulled up beside the road, and Gabriel darted over to the old


    man. “Old Mr. Faymon! Mr. Faymon asked me toe over to pick you up.”


    “You don’t have to rush over if you’re busy,” Alfred said as he pulled open the door and went to the


    backseat. He took two mouthfuls of the milkshake he had bought. Hm. It’s too sweet, but it tastes nice.


    I bet that’s why young people like this so much.


    When Gabriel got in the car, Alfred instructed, “Get me a passion fruit milkshake from COCO.”


    “Passion fruit milkshake?” the assistant blurted. He was in for a shock when he saw that Alfred had a


    cup of milkshake in his hand. “I thought you only liked coffee. Since when did you start taking


    milkshakes?”


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    “Don’t tell me I can’t have it because I’m old. This is the trend now. I bet that’s why you’re still single.


    You don’t even know how to talk nicely.”


    Gabriel facepalmed in his heart.


    Come on. You don’t have to say something so personal, Old Mr. Faymon.


    Meanwhile, Rayna brought James to buy a pair of shoes when their cab passed by a sneaker store. “I


    don’t want you wearing other people’s shoes. You might get stinky feet.”


    James yed along and went into the shop with her.


    Phew. Luckily, she has no idea what I meant by “equipment.” She would kill me if she knew.


    After a day of shopping, the two siblings returned to see Linda with all the goods they had bought.


    Like Rayna, the mother was thrown off guard when she saw James had grown much taller. She talked


    to him for a bit and prepared food in the kitchen. James offered to help, but Linda refused.


    “Just let her be,” Rayna chimed in, biting an apple. “She only gets to cook more dishes when we’re


    around. She usually just cooks for herself.”


    James suddenly felt miserable. “I’ll try toe home more often.”


    “You just need to focus on your studies,” Rayna reminded. She did not want her brother to get


    distracted. “Roxanne and I wille home more often, so you don’t have to worry.”


    “All right,” James replied shortly. He suddenly remembered something and dug his hand into his pocket


    before taking out a ring. “Take this, Rayna. I made this on my own. It has a tracking system in it.”


    The ck and thin ring looked ordinary without any embellishment.


    “Tap once to activate it, and tap twice to shut it down,” James exined, doing a demonstration. The


    ring turned dark red with a single touch. “Tap it once when you’re in danger. I’ll go to your rescue when


    I get a notification.”


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