Chapter Thirty Eight

Four weeks later

"Stop being lazy, Ivan. It can't be that bad. Just check out a few more stores. I'm sure you will find something that matches my taste." Connor sighed, plopping down on the chair behind his desk with his phone glued to his ear.

"I'm going to curse you if you keep telling me what to do."

"Isn't this your duty?"

"Oh, now you know it's my duty. Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't do last-minute, errands, runs, or favors."

"Come on dude," Connor groaned.

"No. I'm not going to let you manipulate me. Not this time. It's high time you started facing the consequences of your rude decisions."

"You've literally shut me out since your engagement party. You ignore me every fucking time I reached out to you. Dior sent four freaking staff to come over to take your measurements since you wouldn't show up for your scheduled appointments, you literally told your security to chase them away, and here you are, bugging me for an emergency outfit?!"

"Dude, I don't care if I look like