Chapter 53 My Daddy Got Married
Patricia intentionally guided Martin to the men's clothing evaluation section.
While the clothes here were affordable, they boasted a wide array of styles, staying in step with current fashion trends.
From the instant Martin entered the evaluation area, his brows knitted in disapproval, a look of displeasure etching across his face.
Martin had a bitter feeling in his heart as he listened, "The evaluation area is fine! It's good to occasionally change your taste."
"Is that so?" Patricia smirked slyly and pointed at a wine-colored wool coat on a mannequin behind the glass window. "If you want to change your taste, I think that coat looks good. You can try it on."
Martin was used to wearing black custom suits all year round.
He couldn't care less about clothes like this fur coat, especially in burgundy. He wouldn't even look at it. Knowing that she was intentionally provoking him, Martin wouldn't humor her.
With a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, he readily agreed, "Why not?"
Patricia didn't expect him to actually agree and widened her eyes in astonishment, "Are you sure?"
Martin gave her a meaningful look and took the initiative to walk into the shop, pointing at a model's size to the salesgirl, "Get me one in this size."
Today, he was dressed in a custom-made suit, looking as if a divine craftsman had meticulously sculpted his features, sharp, sinister, and flamboyant. Every move and gesture exuded nobility and elegance.
The salesgirl was speechless.
In all the years working in the budget area, she had never seen a man with such a good appearance and temperament. Her eyes instantly sparkled as she retrieved the size Martin needed and handed it to him.
"I've been working here for so many years, I can tell your size with just a glance! You should try this size on."
Martin took the clothes and walked into the fitting room.
The salesgirl immediately followed, standing outside and attentively asking, "Does the size fit? If it doesn't, I can get you another one."
"We just received a few new styles today. Would you like to try them on?"
"With such a great figure, are you a model? Or maybe a celebrity?"
Completely ignored, Patricia and Randy were left dumbfounded, "....??"
In response to the obsequious behavior of the salesperson, Patricia snorted disdainfully.
"See that? Doesn't your father look like a magnet, attracting women wherever he goes?"
Randy nodded heavily, agreeing, "Yeah, my dad has had so many pursuers. If it weren't for me helping to drive them away, I would have several siblings by now."
Patricia pouted, her face full of disdain, "These women are so shallow. They only care about appearance and don't value what's on the inside."
"Ah..." Randy let out a deep sigh, pretending to be profound and distressed, "Dad is just too handsome, there's nothing we can do! I'm the same, wherever I go, I have a large number of pursuers. It's really troublesome."
"....??" Patricia never knew he was so narcissistic. Her mouth twitched involuntarily, "You really take after your father. You're just like him."
Randy didn't catch the underlying meaning in her words, grinning widely, he asked excitedly, and “Am I just as handsome?"
"Um..." Patricia couldn't bear to hurt his feelings, so she reluctantly nodded with an embarrassed smile.
Randy immediately beamed with joy, "Ha-ha, I feel the same way! So far, I haven't seen a man better-looking than me or my dad."
Patricia chuckled and didn't say anything.
It seemed that narcissism was something inherited in the Langley family. Martin was narcissistic, Randy, Charles, and Fannie were all narcissistic.
As the two were talking, the door to the fitting room opened.
Patricia and Randy subconsciously looked over, and with an unintentional glance, their gaze couldn't move away.
They saw Martin standing in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting his collar. The several-hundred-dollar garment effortlessly made him look extremely elegant and refined.
The feeling of a hundred thousand dollars.
The clothes were neither too short nor too long, and regardless of their color or size, they seemed to be tailored especially for him, accentuating his straight figure, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs to their fullest extent.
His stern countenance paired with the warm hues of wine red lacked a bit of sharpness from before and gained a touch of gentleness and sophistication.
Patricia couldn't help but stare in astonishment.
Even the salesclerk was left dumbfounded, staring at him unable to look away.
Martin looked at his "roughly made" clothes as if they were thorns, feeling uncomfortable all over his body and wearing a face full of disdain.
Suddenly, Randy excitedly ran over, "Daddy, you look so handsome in this outfit! Even Mommy was won over by your dashing appearance."
"......??" Patricia wondered when she had been won over by Martin's appearance.
How come she had no knowledge of it?
Martin remained noncommittal and asked, "Really?"
Randy, with his head held high, not batting an eye, declared, "Of course! Just now, I saw Mommy looking enchanted, even drooling."
"......??" Patricia wished she could find a hole to hide.
She never knew Randy could weave such convincing lies without even a draft. He was becoming more and more like Charles. The Langley family's genes were truly terrifying.
The salesgirl looked at Randy in astonishment, hardly believing it, and asked, "You, are you married?"
Pouting his small mouth, Randy placed his hands on his waist and proclaimed his authority, "Yes, my Daddy is married, and the lady behind you is my Mommy."
The salesgirl glanced at Patricia and immediately lowered her head, concealing the fleeting thoughts that had surfaced.
Turning around to face Patricia, Martin asked in full confidence, "So, how is it? Do I look good in this outfit?"
Avoiding his gaze guiltily, Patricia replied without much conviction, "its average!"
Martin could see through her subtle expression and wickedly curved his lips, walking towards her. He playfully twirled around, saying, "Just average?"
Disliking his gaze, Patricia's ears turned slightly red. Feeling guilty, she pushed him away and said, "It looks good, it looks good, very good, okay? Are you satisfied now?"
Martin's vanity was greatly satisfied. The clothes that had felt like thorns before now felt comfortable. Everything was perfect.
Without hesitation, he took out his black card and said to the salesgirl, "I'll take it."
Looking at the black card, the salesgirl was momentarily stunned, unable to comprehend why someone so rich would buy affordable clothes.
She initially thought he was a prince who had accidentally stumbled into the ordinary world, but now realized that he was actually a prince who had come to understand the lives of everyday people.
After the purchase, Martin was in a good mood and said, "You have a good eye. Let's check out a few more stores."
Having failed to trick Martin and unable to achieve her goal, Patricia was infuriated. She shot him a fierce glare and led Randy to another store.
She refused to believe that every single outfit would look good on him. Her original intention was to play a prank on Martin.
However, halfway through, as she strolled along, she sat on a resting bench and almost burst into tears.
"Are you even human?"
Why does every piece of clothing look so good on him? Even a cheap $100 floral shirt gives him a unique sense of style.
He's simply not human.
Martin's gaze deepened and he said in a hoarse voice, "Am I human? Don't you already know?"
His deep voice had no emotional fluctuations, carrying a mysterious aura.
Patricia couldn't believe that he would say something provocative in public. Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she silently cursed in her heart.
Martin looked at the full bags of clothes, realizing that Patricia had chosen all of them.
A smile deepened at the corners of his mouth, dispelling the previous gloom and putting him in an exceptionally good mood.
Unfortunately, the good mood didn't last long as an untimely voice interrupted.
"Martin..."
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