At Stone Corporation, George entered the office with a somewhat uneasy expression. “President,” he began cautiously, “while you were on your earlier call, Your Wife tried to reach you.” He paused briefly before handing Gavin the phone, adding, “She mentioned that she received the gifts you sent.” Gavin raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. He hadn’t personally sent anything recently, so he quickly deduced what might have happened. George, as usual, had acted on his behalf. However, even George wasn’t entirely sure what had been sent to prompt such a sudden call from Young Madam. Taking the phone, Gavin dismissed George with a wave. “Hello?” he greeted as he brought the phone to his ear. On the other end, Liza’s voice quivered slightly. “Did you send those things to me?” Gavin leaned back in his chair, his mind racing briefly. The clothes he had recently ordered wouldn’t have been delivered so soon, so it had to be something else. Then he recalled—Stone Corporation had recently collaborated with a luxury fashion brand. They’d sent over a collection of custom-made women’s clothing tailored to Liza’s measurements as a goodwill gesture. “Ah,” he responded smoothly, “those were from one of our partner brands. They’re custom-made to your size. Probably not as good as your own designs, but they’ll have to do for now.” There was a long pause before Liza replied, her tone strained. “Gavin… are you sure you sent these?” Gavin’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Of course. Don’t tell me you don’t like them?” Her gaze drifted to the pile of sheer, barely-there garments spread across the bed. This wasn’t clothing—it was practically fabric scraps! What kind of shameless man would send these? He interrupted her spiraling thoughts with a low chuckle. “Oh, and I had a hand in designing a few of those pieces myself. I think they’ll look great on you.”Her breath caught. “You… you designed them?” The image of Gavin—always composed and dignified—working on such audacious designs flashed in her mind. The thought was too ridiculous to entertain, yet here he was, claiming involvement with a straight face. She forced herself to remain calm, though her voice betrayed her disbelief. “Gavin, you actually want me to wear these?” Casually, as if discussing a routine matter, Gavin took a sip of coffee and opened his laptop. “Yes. I’ll be going on a business trip in a couple of days, and you’re coming with me. Think of it as a getaway. Bring some of the new clothes along.” Liza nearly dropped the phone. This man expected her to bring these ridiculous outfits on a trip? Fury surged through her. “You shameless, despicable bastard!” she shouted before slamming the phone down in anger. Back in his office, Gavin stared at the phone in his hand, looking genuinely puzzled.“Could it be that the clothes weren’t to her taste?” he muttered to himself. After all, Liza was a renowned designer with impeccable standards. But would she really get this upset over a few outfits? His confusion lingered as he went back to work, unaware to the storm he had just unleashed. … Longwan Residence Liza lay sprawled on her bed, trying to steady her spiraling emotions. The provocative outfits Gavin had sent were now tucked away, yet their mere memory lingered vividly in her mind. So, this was the real Gavin! He had finally revealed his true nature. The man, who always carried himself with such composure, was hiding an audacious streak beneath that cool demeanor. A wolf in sheep’s clothing! Turning restlessly on the bed, Liza couldn’t shake the idea that these clothes had a purpose. Slowly, an unsettling realization crept into her thoughts: What if Gavin intended her to wear them… for him? Her mind drifted further to her peculiar situation. Whenever she kissed Gavin, her taste buds briefly returned to normal. Could this mean that a deeper, more intimate connection was required for a full recovery? Should I test this theory? She pushed the thought aside, her face heating up at the absurdity of it all. But those outfits! They were far too revealing—completely outside her comfort zone. How could anyone feel confident wearing something like that? Despite her reservations, curiosity won over. With a resigned sigh, Liza got up and approached the wardrobe where the clothes were kept. She hesitated briefly before opening a gift box and pulling out one of the outfits. The dress was more fabric in name than reality, delicate and revealing, leaving little to the imagination. Her cheeks flushed a deep red just holding it.Stay calm. You need to stay calm. Muttering this mantra under her breath, Liza clutched the dress and retreated to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Gavin had hurriedly left his office and was now driving back to the residence. At the same time, George received an unexpected call from one of the company’s partner fashion brands. The voice on the other end was anxious. “Special Assistant Song, I must apologize. There’s been a delay in delivering the clothes for Madam. Please assure President Stone that the issue will be resolved shortly.” George ended the call and frowned. Clothes? Delayed? If the delivery hadn’t arrived yet, then what exactly had been sent to the residence earlier? Feeling unsettled, he quickly made his way upstairs to inform Gavin of the confusion, only to discover that the president had already left the building.He sighed and shook his head. “It’s just a few pieces of clothing. Surely, this isn’t something the president would concern himself with.” Unbeknownst to him, Gavin’s mind wasn’t on the clothes at all but on something—or rather, someone—far more captivating.