Chapter 4

The next day.

I ordered eighteen luxury takeout meals to Julian's current address.

I also paid extra for Ms. Davies, our housekeeper, to go help Julian clean his place.

And I even arranged for several bodyguards to go protect him.

Then.

Among the pile of old clothes Ms. Davies brought back.

I found a pair of men's boxer briefs.

I almost burst out laughing.

It was one thing to make Julian, a girl, wear men's jackets and pants.

But even her most intimate clothing was men's?

I suppressed my surging anger, picked up my phone, and messaged Julian:

[You actually wear boxer briefs?! They actually make you wear boxer briefs?!]

Julian was silent for a long time.

Julian slowly typed out: [?]

Julian was completely baffled: [...What else am I supposed to wear?]

This naive girl didn't even know what she was supposed to wear.

I opened my Amazon app.

And sent her the link to the underwear I'd bought multiple times.

[I've bought these pink undies so many times, the quality is super good, they don't dig into your waist or give you a wedgie, I'm wearing this exact style right now!]

[And bras too…]

Just talking might not be clear enough.

So I flipped my phone camera.

And recorded a video showcasing the bra I was wearing. While tugging at the straps and lace.

I enthusiastically explained:

[Baby, look, this is the style, isn't it pretty? And the fabric is super comfortable, it's not scratchy at all against your skin…]

As soon as the video was sent.

A flurry of urgent new messages popped up in the chat:

Julian's emotions were more agitated than ever:

[Daisy!]

[You! You're not allowed to send any more! And you're not allowed to say such weird things!]

[You, you, you! Daisy! Have some self-respect!]

I burst out laughing:

[With our relationship, what's there to be shy about?]