Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Stefan took the clothes and walked into the fitting room.

As he changed, he glanced at the price tags. The shirt cost 2,427.99 dollars, and the pants were 1,231.50 dollars. Together, they nearly totaled a year's worth of his part-time wages.

Stefan took a deep breath, shook off his thoughts, and stepped out. "Veevee, how does it look? Does it fit?"

Valarie turned to look at him, momentarily stunned. A satisfied smile spread

across her face as she walked over and smoothed out the wrinkles on his sleeve.

"Mm, looks great. Try on the other sets too. Oh, and these—I just picked them out. Try them as well," she said.

"Alright." Stefan obediently tried on more than a dozen outfits without complaining.

In the end, Valarie bought everything he had tried on, including the shoes.

As they left the store, the sales associate beamed, walking them to the entrance. "Ms. Weir, we look forward to your next visit!"

With so many shopping bags in hand, continuing to browse wasn't practical.

Valarie turned to Stefan. "Let's drop these off in the car first, then we can continue. Also, did you have breakfast this morning?"

Stefan nodded. "Yeah. Did you?"

"Nope. Let's find a place to eat," Valarie suggested.noveldrama

"Okay," Stefan replied.

Upon seeing how obedient he was, Valarie's smile deepened.

"Oh, by the way, aren't you curious who I bought those clothes for?" she asked.

Stefan shook his head, showing little interest. "If you wanted to tell me, you would. Since you didn't, asking wouldn't change anything."

Valarie raised an eyebrow. Well, wasn't he considerate?

After storing the bags in the car, Valarie checked the time-it was almost 11:00 a.m. She decided to find a nearby restaurant and have an early lunch.

...

As they sat down, she smiled. "Order whatever you want. Lunch is on me, as a thank-you for helping me try on clothes earlier."

Stefan hesitated briefly before nodding. "Alright."

After ordering, Valarie grabbed her bag. "I'm going to the restroom."

She had barely left when a man suddenly sat down across from Stefan. Stefan looked up and saw that it was Brandon. "Mr. Sumner, this seat's taken."

Brandon leaned back, his expression cold. "Mr. Foley, Valarie is my girlfriend. You'd better stay away from her, or you won't be able to handle the consequences."

"If I remember correctly, last time we met, Veevee already said she broke up with you. You two don't have any relationship anymore. Whether I'm close to her or not isn't something you get to decide," Stefan retorted.

Brandon's fists clenched, his gaze darkening. "We were just fighting, not breaking

up. She said that out of anger. You really took it seriously?"

Stefan smiled I'll ask her myself whether she meant it. I don't just take someone else's word for it. Also, she should be back from the restroom soon. If you're still here when she returns, she might get upset."

Brandon snorted. "Don't think that acting all

fall fornocent will make Valarie

fall for you. She's only hanging

around you to spite me. You should really figure out where you stand."

"Thanks for the advice, Mr. Sumner," Stefan replied.

Not long after Brandon left, Valarie returned.

She immediately noticed something was off about Stefan and was about to ask

when her phone buzzed inside her bag.