Chapter 137
Stephanie's point of view
I began pulling out every single suit my eyes landed on in a breathless, completely random, and utterly frantic manner. And every single time, I received the exact same freezing, dismissive rejection. Absolutely nothing pleased him! Every cut, every style, and every single color was ruthlessly rejected the exact millisecond my fingertips touched it.
My hands genuinely began to ache from the continuous pulling and hanging, and even the lower quadrant of my abdomen was flaring with a sharp, continuous pain due to these cursed trousers mercilessly compressing my body and pelvis with every single turn.
I halted my movements with ragged exhaustion, dropping my hands in absolute surrender. "It appears that absolutely nothing here pleases you, Mr. Vincenti..." I whispered, my voice completely suffocated. "I am entirely helpless."
