"You're not showering? I'll take you back after five," Everett reminded her again.
Aurora had no choice but to steel herself and walk over to the wardrobe. When she opened it, it was packed with women's clothes—tags still on, clearly brand new.
All of this… was for her?
She didn't even know what to say. She randomly picked a soft knit dress and some undergarments.
She checked the sizes—they were all exactly her size.
This man is such a perv.
She turned to glare at Everett, annoyed. He raised an eyebrow at her, clearly amused.
"Not satisfied? If not, I'll have someone bring more."
"How do you even know my size?"
"I can tell just by looking," Everett replied with a teasing smirk. "You're slim—probably wear small or medium. Bra's probably a C cup."
"You—!" Aurora trembled with anger, her face flushing bright red.
