Alice Turner looked down at the clothes stuffed into her arms. It wasn't that she was being fussy about not wearing them; she was genuinely worried, worried about Autumn York who was sitting outside waiting for them to come out.
She already wasn't very liked by his mom, so there was no need to stir up trouble. She reached out to take back the coat he took, returning his jacket to him, "I'd better wear my own. I still have to go back to the office later."
Suddenly going back in a man's clothes would definitely draw a lot of curious looks.
"Your clothes are wet, you'll catch a cold like that," Thomas Fisher said as he reached out again to take the clothes from Alice Turner's hands. This time, however, his hand missed, as she dodged away with her own clothes right before he could grab them.
Worried he might try to take her clothes again, she quickly put on her own clothes after moving away from him. "It's just this little bit, I won't catch a cold. Besides, I'm not that delicate."
