Endless Adoration

Chapter 50 Buying a suit together

Looking at the expectant look on Sherri Leng's face, Elliot Mo couldn't help but feel a little funny, but his

expression didn't change at all. He picked up the bowl and chopsticks and took a big bite. Sure

enough, it was the familiar taste of that year. The noodles were full of the flavor, which reminded him of

the first time when he met Sherri. "Not bad. " Elliot nodded slightly.

Although it was only three simple words, not even a praise, but Sherri clearly saw the smile at the

corners of Elliot's eyes, and the overflowing satisfaction and happiness. It was said that Elliot was cool

and serious, so his reaction was already a good praise to her. For some reason, at this moment, Sherri

really wanted to hear more praise from him.

"What do you mean by 'not bad'? Although it's simple, it takes a lot of effort. The details can't be

ignored. " Sherri also tasted the noodles and said, "yes! It seems that my cooking skills are still there! "

"Yeap, it did not get lagged behind."

"Then you should change your way of commenting my food. Isn't it good?"

"Sherri, your noodle is perfect."

Sherri just wanted to make Elliot's reaction stronger. At least, he not only nodded, but also said "not

bad". But she did not expect that Elliot would say that her noodles were perfectly made, which made

her feel embarrassed. "Not perfect just yet." Sherri smiled shyly.

Elliot couldn't help but curl his lips. Although he didn't smile often, but he looked very beautiful as long

as he smiled. Like the first ray of sunlight in the morning, it was so golden that everything lost its light.

Looking at the smile of Elliot, Sherri felt her heart beating faster. She hurriedly ate the noodles to hide

her abnormality.

"Sherri." Elliot's voice was also very pleasant to hear.

"Hmm?" Hearing Elliot's sound, Sherri raised her head subconsciously, with the unfinished noodles in

her mouth. The man's face opposite her was getting bigger and bigger. His good-looking eyebrows and

deep eyes suddenly stopped, that she could even hear his breath. Before Sherri could react, she only

felt that the corner of her mouth being softened. It was because that Elliot's index finger was attached

to the corner of her mouth.

"Are you an idiot? You can even have the stain on your face when you eat noodles?" With a gentle

touch of Elliot's index finger, he moved the small piece of dough from the corner of Sherri's mouth to his

fingertips. Then he licked his fingertips gently. The whole action was smooth and natural, as if he was

doing the most ordinary thing.

As if nothing had happened, Elliot returned to his seat and continued to enjoy his dinner elegantly.

However, Sherri couldn't be as calm as he was. It seemed that there was still some warmth left in the

place she touched just now. She touched the corner of her mouth as if she was thinking about

something.

The dinner time passed happily. Today was very memorable for Sherri. She seemed to have returned

to her free college time, which was full of worries about her dissertation and final exam. As soon as she

recalled the school days, she would feel relaxed instantly. All of a sudden, it occurred to her that she

came here not for traveling, but for work. Sherri asked Elliot, "where are we going to meet the partner

tomorrow?"

"Don't worry." Elliot just poured a glass of hot milk and handed it to Sherri. "We are going to Boulevard

de Haussemann tomorrow."

Sherri took the milk and repeated the place that Elliot had just mentioned. Boulevard de Haussemann?

She remembered that it was a famous commercial street, isn't it? There were shopping malls of various

sizes on the street. It was a paradise for people to go shopping. "What are you going to do there? Is

there anything you want to buy?"

"Well, I don't have much luggage with me. And," said Elliot, looking at Sherri. "There's stuff you will also

need."

"Me?" "I don't seem to have anything to buy? Don't bother. "

"Then you can buy whatever you like. You can ask the consignor to consign it back home if there are a

lot you want." Elliot shrugged slightly. Obviously, this reason did not convince him. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"But..." Sherri still wanted to defend herself, but she was interrupted by Elliot. "It's late now. It may

consume a lot of energy tomorrow. Go take a shower and have a good sleep. This is your room key."

"My room is next to yours. I'll be going to bed now. Good night, Sherri." After giving her an affectionate

look, Elliot turned around and left.

Looking at the small key in Sherri's hand, she was somewhat absent-minded. Last time when she was

in a daze, she actively threw herself into the arms of Elliot. That night was really crazy. When she woke

up, she only felt sore all over her body and almost couldn't walk. By rights, they were already a real

couple, but he still respected her very much. After that night, he did not do anything out of line, but still

slept in separate rooms with her. When he came to France a thousand miles away, he was still a

gentleman to the end. Unless she took the initiative, Elliot would never force her, which made her a little

moved.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Sherri came to her room. She remembered that Elliot

had told her that his room was next door. She turned around and walked to the next room. She stopped

in front of the door. Although there was light inside, there was no sound. She guessed that Elliot must

have been asleep.

"Good night, Elliot." Without knocking at the door, Sherri just said good night in a low voice outside and

then went back to her room and closed the door.

After a while, the door creaked open. It was the room of Elliot. He was wearing his pajamas casually

and lazily. Looking at the empty door, he closed the door.

The night in Paris was incomparably quiet. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the whole manor

seemed to have fallen asleep. It was dark, and through the window, one could see that only two

adjacent rooms were still on. With a "splash" sound, the curtain was drawn. It was indistinctly a figure

of a beautiful woman. Soon, the light in that room was turned off, and then the light in the next room

was also turned off. The manor began to fall asleep.

On the second day, Sherri strolled on the prosperous Boulevard de Haussemann in Paris. She didn't

know why she didn't refuse to go shopping with Elliot decisively this morning, but followed him here in a

daze. No matter what time it was, there were many people who came to Paris to sweep goods. Here,

Sherri could see more Asian faces.

Noticing that Sherri was absent-minded, Elliot asked, "didn't you say that women like shopping the

most? Why are you unwilling to go shopping with me?"

"Of course not." Sherri rejected immediately. It was true that women liked shopping very much, and

Sherri was no exception. But it was the first time that she went shopping with Elliot. She always felt a

strange feeling in her heart that could not be explained. "Then what do you want to buy, Elliot?" Sherri

tried to blend in.

"Don't you want to buy something?" "Anything." Elliot asked in reply.

Sherri understood what Elliot meant. It turned out that he was going to make her a human shaped ATM

today. It was very tempting for any woman to have a man pay for you. However, Sherri was different.

After experiencing the ups and downs of her family, money and wealth were no longer so important to

her.

"How about I give it to you first? You have brought so little luggage. I'm afraid it's not enough for you to

change for during our stay. Sherri tried her best to persuade him.

After thinking for a while, Elliot nodded slightly and said, "then buy a suit with me."

"Okay!" She'll do anything except from picking goods to buy.

Both of them chose a tailored dress shop with simple decoration and rich artistic atmosphere. There

were many clothing stores here, but the luxuriously decorated ones were not necessarily the best. The

French attached great importance to the spirit of craftsmen. They paid more attention to the quality of

the products than the decoration of luxurious shops. Therefore, if they wanted to buy delicate goods,

they had to go to an old shop with a sense of history. The chefs in the shop were all experienced

masters.

The tailor-made man in this shop was wearing a straight suit, and his shrewd eyes seemed to be able

to see through people's hearts through golden rimmed glasses. The tailoring began to measure the

body of Elliot. Sitting aside, Sherri thought that it was impossible to get the customized high-end suit

right away. It seemed that she had to go there with him again.

Elliot slowly took off his navy blue suit jacket, revealing his white shirt inside. Although Elliot worked in

the office for fourteen hours in twenty-four hours a day, he maintained his figure miraculously well. He

had a lot of abdominal muscles and chest muscles. At the sight of this scene, the first thing popped out

in Sherri's mind was "you look thin in clothes, but you have flesh when you take off your clothes.".

This old tailor had customized from the range of eight thousand suits to ten thousand pieces. He had

seen all kinds of people, including people with black skin, white skin and yellow skin. Generally

speaking, the body proportion of the Asian was slightly inferior to that of the European, but the person

in front of him was perfect in shoulders, chest, legs and waist. It was not too much for him to participate

in international models, so the tailoring master couldn't help but praise when he measured the size,

"ah! Sir, you have the best body proportion among all the Asian I've ever seen! I'm afraid that some

European models are not as good as you. "

"Thank you for your praise." Even though he got highly praised by the master, Elliot was still calm, with

no change in his expression. The master looked at this young man with new eyes.

"What style do you want, sir?" The master asked Elliot after measuring the size, but he didn't answer

immediately. Instead, he looked at Sherri, who was playing with her mobile phone, and said, "I need to

ask for my wife's opinion."

The master couldn't help laughing. The French always valued love and preferred the man who was

loyal to his wife. "I think your wife must be very happy to marry a gentleman like you."

"It's my happiness to marry my wife." When Elliot said this, Sherri was concentrating on looking at her

cell phone and did not hear him.