Mr. Billionaire Boundless Love

Two weeks later, Clint Denovan came to Selene’s store once again.

As usual, he entered the store and sat on the couch. When the assistant handed him the new catalog, he started flicking through the pages, looking at the various styles of suits.

He was, in fact, very casual when it came to suit styles. He would normally pick two suits without much thought or hesitation.

However, this time, Selene gave Mr. Denovan one cup of tea and asked her assistant to tend to something else.

She smiled at Clint. “Hi, Mr. Denovan. Please try this wonderful tea and let me know if you’d like a cup.”

Maybe Clint was surprised at her sudden enthusiasm as he raised his head, looked at her blankly, and nodded. With his clean and long fingers, he took the cup and smelled it without drinking. He then lowered his head and continued flipping through the pages.

Without leaving, Selene took a seat across from him.

Clint realized that and looked at her expressionlessly. But his eyes gave away intrigue.

Selene wore a beautiful white silk skirt and lipstick. Her close friend, Emily, had helped her pick out this dress, as it made her look charming and sexy. But for her, it was cold and beautiful, which she thought would make her seem unapproachable.

But undeniably, she looked very attractive.

Selene looked directly into his eyes and smiled slightly. “Mr. Denovan, thank you for patronizing my store for two years. I would like to show you my gratitude. How about having dinner with me this weekend?”

Clint frowned slightly, and Selene could see that he was pondering over her invitation, but she was not sure whether he realized what her intentions were or not.

After a while, he smiled and replied. “Miss Morris, thanks. It is the quality of your work that attracts customers. You do not need to invite me to dinner.”

It sounded like a direct but gentle rejection.

Hearing this, Selene froze briefly but quickly smiled and asked. “It seems that you’re not from this city. But when you first came to the store, I felt a familiarity between us. Maybe we’ve met somewhere before.”

It may have sounded cliche for Selene to talk like this to a regular customer who had been her regular customer for two years.

But her words sounded sincere, which made her intentions seem genuine.

Clint seemed somewhat confused and frowned, then answered back coldly. “I don’t think we’ve met before. Maybe you’ve seen me in the newspaper, and you mixed it with reality.” After saying this, he pointed at two suits in the album. “Just the two, and I will pick them up in two weeks.”

He then closed the album, stood up, and left the store without looking at her.

It all felt like a gust of cold wind, and she felt embarrassed.

Selene realized that maybe she was too innocent for a scheme like this. To her, Clint Denovan was a luxury that was way out of her reach. Seducing him in order to take revenge on Joseph was something unlikely ever to happen.

But sometimes, fate has other ideas.

During Selene’s college study, she only had one close friend, Emily. It was well known that Selene was Jennifer’s enemy, so few people dared to make friends with Selene in case of upsetting Jennifer. Emily was the exception.

Selene and Emily were very close. Even when they lived far apart after graduation, they still managed to meet up twice a month.

Emily worked in the fashion field. More specifically, she worked as an editor for a famous fashion magazine. She knew many famous celebrities from different walks of life, and she would introduce Selene’s store to them even though Selene did not ask her for help.

Selene valued their friendship very much, which deepened her hatred towards Jennifer, who had hurt Emily emotionally.

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It was three days after Clint’s refusal of Selene’s dinner invitation when Selene was having a good time with Emily, venting her anger outdoors until midnight. The two then said their goodbyes, and each returned home.

Selene took a taxi. When she went through a secluded road, she spotted a familiar figure in the dim light outside who was leaning against a tree and vomiting by a car that looked familiar to her.

She went blank for a second and immediately asked the driver to stop before they could go too far.

Selene got out of the car and turned back to the man. She approached the figure slowly until she realized that the vomiting man was Clint Denovan.

“Mr. Denovan.” She shouted, standing two meters away from him and smelling heavy wine.

Clint Denovan turned his head after he heard someone calling him. And his face looked pale under the street light. Some people became red-faced after drinking, but some pale. Clint was indeed one of the latter.

He did not respond. With one hand against the branch and the other lifting the water bottle, he was gargling, trying to clean his mouth with the water.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Selene tilted her head and continued. “Mr. Denovan, what can I do for you?”

He spat out the water and then turned to look at Selene. “Miss Morris. Can you drive a car?”

“Yes.” Selene nodded.

“How about driving me home? I’ve had a lot to drink, and I don’t think I can drive like this.”

Selene smiled and answered. “I would be happy to.”

They two got into the car, and Clint told Selene his address.

Selene thought for a moment, then realized that he lived just two streets away from her store. No wonder he was her customer. Maybe one day, he just happened to pass by her store, glanced at the suits in the display, and liked what he saw. That’s probably why he came to my store, she guessed.

Clint Denovan lived in a very luxurious apartment, which was unsurprising.

When she parked the car, she asked. “Mr. Denovan. We’ve arrived.”

Clint was in a daze and opened his eyes slowly. When he saw Selene in front of him, he felt somewhat stunned but soon succumbed back to his drunken state.