Chapter 22 Like A New Couple (Part One)


    Spencer didn''t return to the base for the next five days. Instead, he stayed at home, mostly working on


    hisputer. Fiona had no idea what he was doing.


    Because of the uing birthday party, Wayne was taken back to the Cheng family residence. Since


    then, Fiona hadn''t been able to visit him.


    Fiona was sitting in front of the window as she painted. She wore an apron to avoid getting the paint on


    her clothes. She drew thendscape she was working on with utmost care.


    "Fiona," Spencer called out. He set hisptop down. "The clothes will be arriving any moment now. You


    better stop painting."


    "What clothes?" After putting the brush down, she turned to him and wiped the sweat off her forehead


    with her arm.


    Spencer held his breath as he looked at her. There was something in her appearance that he always


    found dreamy.


    "The clothes for the party tomorrow." He stood up from the sofa and stretched. "You can''t just wear a


    pair of jeans."


    "What will you wear?" Fiona asked.


    Spencer raised an eyebrow. "I''ll be wearing a suit."


    Their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell.


    Fiona hurriedly took off her apron and went to open the door.


    "Hello! Is Mr. Spencer Cheng here? Mr. Terence He asked us to send clothes here." At the door stood a


    stylish young man, wearing a pair of white-framed sses and a floral shirt.


    Fiona looked at him doubtfully. It was only after Spencer called to let him in that she showed him the


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    way.


    Once he received permission to enter, the man waved to his back and several men entered the house,


    pushing in racks of clothes.


    Fiona happily watched them unload, not because she loved clothes, but because she was intrigued by


    their design.


    Meanwhile, Spencer could only furrow his brows once he saw the man with the floral shirt.


    "Why are there so many clothes?" Spencer walked in between the racks and pulled out a low-cut


    evening dress held together bycy straps. His face darkened as he asked, "What is this?"


    "Mr. He said he didn''t know which style suits Miss Ji best, so he told us to bring quite a few dresses."


    The man pushed his sses up his nose as he spoke. "These are from Ralph Russo''s spring and


    summer collection. It''s haute couture!"


    Flowers, cut-outs, see-through...


    Spencer was so fascinated by the choices that he took his time checking the pieces one by one. He


    then pointed to a dress and said, "That one!"


    "This one!"


    Fiona said at the same time as she pointed at the same outfit.


    There was a brief pause after they realized they both chose the same dress. After a couple of seconds,


    Spencer lowered his hand and a faint smile spread on his face. Fiona was a bit surprised. Could she


    and Spencer share simr taste?


    "Well, that makes things easier. Since you both chose this, it''s the winner then!" The man in the floral


    shirt took the dress off the rack. "This will look very beautiful on you, Miss Ji."


    Fiona took the dress from his hands and examined it. It was a white satin sleeveless dress with a


    modest neckline. There were delicate flowers embroidered around the waist, and the cut of the skirt


    widened around her knees.


    It looked very conservative, yet elegant. She chose this specifically to hide the scars on her back.


    With eyebrows raised, Spencer asked, "What about my clothes?"


    The man waved his hand again and his assistant came forward with a suit. "This was chosen for you


    by Mr. He."


    Seeing that he wasn''t offered several options, Spencer cursed, "Damn it! Why did you give Fiona so


    many dress options as to fill the entire room and yet you only brought one for me?"


    "But Mr. He said..." The man muttered.


    "Alright, fine! I''m not that kind of person!" He then turned to Fiona. "Go get changed. See if it fits you."


    Fiona nodded and brought the dress with her to the room.


    "Miss Ji, let my assistant help you get dressed. You may need assistance zipping yourself up," the man


    called out.


    "I''ll be fine, thank you." With that, Fiona hurried to the room and closed the door behind her.


    Spencer, on the other hand, stared at the suit in front of him. He wondered how it would fit him.


    It took Fiona a while to put on the dress. It was her first time wearing something described as "haute


    couture."


    After a long good look at the mirror, she opened the door and stepped out of the room. Out of the


    corner of her eye, she noticed that Spencer had also juste out of his own bedroom.


    The straight-cut suit he was wearing emphasized Spencer''s tall figure and short hair, making him look


    more handsome than usual. The suit was a bit tight in several areas and Fiona could clearly make out


    his sculpted chest and biceps. The dark suit alsoplemented his eyes. It was impossible to tell his


    expression just then.


    Spencer was struggling with his tie, but he looked up when he heard the door beside his open. At that


    moment, the awkwardness on his face was reced with admiration.


    ''Howe she looks like a different person? It''s as if she turned into a noble princess after changing


    into that dress,'' he thought.


    "What a perfect couple!" The man pped his hands as he walked over, his eyes filled with awe. "The


    clothes fit you well and you make a fine pair, if I may say so."


    Spencer and Fiona snapped back to reality and turned their eyes to the man.


    "So be it!" Spencer dismissed all of them with a wave of his hand. "I guess I''ll wear this tomorrow."


    The next morning, the man who brought the clothes came back with a makeup artist to help Fiona


    prepare.


    Fiona wore the white dress with a pair of high-heeled shoes. Her long wavy hair fell delicately over her


    shoulders, and she asked the stylist to keep her makeup light. She looked fresh and refined.