Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 158

Edmond looked up at her. "What is it?"

"You asked me to organize your closet. I don't need to touch your wife's clothes, do I?"

He had previously texted her, instructing her to sort and categorize everything in his walk-in closet.

She just hadn't expected his own clothes to make up such a tiny fraction of the space.

Hearing her words, his brow furrowed. "My wife?"

"Yeah. Aren't those your wife's clothes?"

"...Yes." He actually smiled. "Why? Is there a problem?"

"No problem at all," she said smoothly. "I just meant I only need to organize your section, right? Your wife probably wouldn't appreciate someone else touching her things."

"You don't need to organize those," he said. "Just handle my stuff."

"Got it."

She turned to leave.

"Wait," he called out. "Seeing all those clothes... what did you think?"

"What was I supposed to think?" she retorted. "It's just a closet full of clothes."

"They aren't my clothes," he prompted. "Seeing... my wife's wardrobe. How did it make you feel? Don't you women love all that designer stuff?"

"I didn't feel anything," she answered flatly. "Your wife's clothes have nothing to do with me. Besides, not all women care about those things."

"You don't care? You always seemed pretty thrilled when I bought you gifts back then."

"That was because you were my boyfriend. If I didn't look happy receiving a gift from you, wouldn't you have felt bad?"

"So your happiness was all an act?" he challenged.

"Not exactly," she admitted. "Who doesn't like knowing someone is thinking of them, that they matter? The point was never the gift itself. It was the thought behind it."

"Then why did you—"

"Whatever happened in the past is in the past," she cut him off, refusing to dig up old history. "Mr. Halley, I'm going to sort your clothes now."

She turned on her heel and walked out, firmly shutting the door behind her.

Edmond frowned, muttering to himself, "Then what do you actually like...?"

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