Chapter 299: Chose a Dress for Her

In the mall, Blake was still shopping while Myrna handed Stephanie a Molotov cocktail. Shortly after, Myrna received a message from Ramon: "Myrna, Stephanie deleted the post. 6666."

She didn't reply, nonchalantly putting her phone back in her bag and preparing to check on Blake.

Who knew that, as she approached a women's clothing store, she'd bump into a man exuding elegance, accompanied by Alfi?

"Mya." A deep voice suddenly called her name. It was supposed to be normal, but the way he shouted those two words inexplicably irritated Myrna.

Calvin saw the restlessness and defiance in her eyes as she flicked her eyelashes. His thin lips curved slightly as he whispered, "Alfi picked out a piece of clothing for you and wanted you to try it on, but he was too embarrassed to tell you."

Did you choose a piece of clothing for her?

Myrna instinctively glanced towards the little guy beside him, and sure enough, Alfredo was holding something—a white, skirt-like object. Seeing her looking, the little one appeared visibly nervous, clutching his clothes, pursing his rosy lips, and softly saying, "Sister, I didn't even give you a birthday present, so…"

He had seen many girls his sister's age wearing beautiful dresses, but he had never seen his sister wear one. According to Cedric, his sister had endured many hardships in the past, and their parents were unkind to her, which is why she developed a cold personality. He knew she disliked cumbersome clothes, but seeing other girls her age wearing dresses, he wanted to buy her a beautiful one.

When has Cedric ever seen him so timid? Only in front of Myrna would Nemmington, the bully, be so timid. So, helping Alfredo, he said, "Ms. Stark, Mr. Alfredo wandered around inside for a long time before picking out that dress. He thought you'd look great in it and wanted to buy it for you as a gift, but he was afraid you wouldn't like it…"

Alfredo pursed his lips, feeling he'd said too much. But those shiny black eyes couldn't help but look expectantly at the girl, filled with anticipation.

I really hope that my sister would like the gift I chose!

Myrna's temple throbbed, and the sight of the white dress made her headache worse. She didn't like dresses; she found them troublesome and inconvenient.

Well…the little one wanted her to try it on…

She hesitated, then heard a deep, seductive male voice from above: "If you don't like it, you don't have to force yourself. Alfi's original intention in buying you a gift is to make you happy. He's happier than anyone else when you are happy."

That was said. The little one nodded eagerly, bobbing his head like a chick pecking at grains, and softly echoed in a tender child's voice, "Mmm, mmm, I hope sister is happy, happy every day! I am willing to share my own happiness with sister!"

Such a cute little baby, so sweet. I am willing to give you all the happiness and just want to make you happy. Can you bear to refuse?

Myrna admitted she hadn't reached the point of being heartless; at least, every time she faced Alfredo's innocent and adorable face, she could never bring herself to be cruel. Because those eyes were so pure, like the sky, infinitely inclusive and reliant on her!

Even though Myrna wasn't really interested in the dress, her hand reached out more honestly than her heart: “…I’ll give it a try.”