Cliffside Town, while slightly warmer than Vista Town, was still susceptible to the occasional snowfall as the year-end approached.
"Is it cold here?" Christine asked.
Finn dared not disagree. He obediently turned on the heater.
"Set it to 78 degrees," she instructed.
Christine fanned herself, trying to hide her discomfort. "Your car's not very comfortable; it's stuffy."
Finn couldn't argue; he noticed there wasn't even a partition.
Dailey chuckled lightly, "Alright, we'll get a different one."
...
Christine was taken to a private styling studio.
Without hesitation, she chose a red dress. But Dailey, noticing the low-cut back, instructed the stylist, "Add a shawl. It's chilly."
The stylist hesitated, "Mr. Clarkson, the dress is designed to showcase the butterfly lace at the back and the subtle waistline..."
Meeting Dailey's steely gaze, the stylist fell silent. Though Dailey wasn't a local, he was well-connected with the town's influential figures. Their studio was funded by The Hawthornes, who had explicitly instructed them to treat Dailey and his wife with utmost care.
"No need for a shawl," Christine insisted, spinning in front of a full-length mirror. "Please, style my hair up to show off the back of this dress."
Dailey's lips tightened slightly.
The stylist hesitated, looking between them.
Christine asserted, "Don't mind him. It's my dress, my rules." She settled into the chair, "And for the makeup, go for a vintage look, but nothing too bold. It's someone else's party; I don't want to outshine the hosts."
"Of course, right away," the stylist responded, getting to work.
Christine adjusted her dress and smiled, "I just know what suits me. Being a consultant might be a bit beyond my reach."
Before he could say more, Dailey's icy stare sent him scurrying away.
Christine selected a clutch, then twirled in front of Dailey, mischievously batting her sparkling eyelids at him.
The shimmer in her eye shadow caught the light like stars, drawing his gaze despite himself. But Dailey's jaw remained set, his expression unreadable.
Christine, however, was in high spirits as she walked out.
This time, Quinn was driving, and she quickly noticed the car had been replaced. The cool air inside was a relief.
Christine shivered involuntarily, and a moment later, a man's blazer was draped over her shoulders.
Dailey's expression was calm, though a hint of smugness tinged his voice. "I knew you'd get cold."
Quinn was taken aback. Wasn't it Finn who said the old car's AC wasn't functioning well, leading Ms. Jackson to feel overheated, prompting the switch?
The whims of women were indeed inscrutable.
"Raise the temperature," Quinn quickly adjusted the settings and discreetly raised the partition.
Christine sighed. "Like boss like employee, both a bit peculiar."
Dailey nodded in agreement, "You're absolutely right."
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Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)
ï¤Chapter 893 His Charming Wife ï¤Chapter 10 Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear ï¤Chapter 250 Finn Shows up Amidst Many Obstructions She was about to protest when Dailey interjected, "As you age, you need to be more cautious. You wouldn't want a frozen shoulder."