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Chapter 61
Shaun’s calm response made Catherine feel a bit more at ease, but she still felt that underlying tension. It was clear from the way he’d reacted earlier that he had noticed the extravagance of the suits, but perhaps her flustered words had diffused the situation.
His fingers brushed her cheek lightly, and she couldn’t help but blush at the intimate gesture, especially after her awkward moment with the finger. She half-expected him to lecture her about spending a million dollars, but instead, he seemed more entertained by her than angry.
“Why wouldn’t I be mad?” Shaun repeated, his voice now softer, though still laced with a hint of amusement. “It’s just a suit, Catherine. I’m not a man who finds anger in things like these. Besides, it’s not like you went overboard on something unnecessary.”
“I just didn’t want anyone else to look like you,” Catherine said, her voice almost a whisper. Her face still felt hot from her earlier embarrassment, but she wanted him to understand why she’d made the impulsive decision. “You’re… special, and I didn’t want anyone else wearing something that might even remotely make them resemble you.”
Shaun’s expression softened a little, and he raised an eyebrow. “You’re not that subtle, you know. But I understand what you mean.”
She couldn’t tell whether he was genuinely touched or just amused by her words, but her nerves were starting to settle down. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this interaction, something unspoken between them.
“I’ll just… take the suits back if they’re too much,” Catherine suggested hesitantly, her fingers tightening around the fabric in her hands.
“No need,” Shaun replied, his voice steady but carrying an edge of finality. “You’ve already got them. And they’re not terrible suits, just not my style.”
She looked at him, studying his face for any sign of sarcasm or annoyance. But instead, she found only the familiar sharpness in his eyes, mixed with something else—something she couldn’t quite place.
Catherine took a deep breath, pushing her doubts aside. “Thank you for not being mad. I just… I didn’t want to mess things up.”
Shaun stepped closer, his hand now resting on her shoulder in a rare gesture of reassurance. “You don’t mess things up, Catherine. Not in my eyes, anyway.”
For a moment, they stood there in silence, the air between them thick with tension yet oddly comfortable. Shaun’s hand dropped from her shoulder, and he gave her a small, almost imperceptible smile before turning toward the living room.
“Come on. Let’s not talk about suits anymore,” he said, gesturing toward the couch. “You must be tired after all that shopping.”
Catherine nodded, still feeling the weight of their conversation, but she knew better than to push him further. As they sat down, she couldn’t help but wonder where their relationship was headed. Was this the beginning of something deeper, or was it just another fleeting moment in her increasingly complicated life with Shaun Hill?