Chapter 486

Adrian Klein's lips curved into a faint smile.

Evelyn Langley frantically waved her hands in protest. "He's not my—"

The shopkeeper cut her off.

"In ancient times, when a woman styled her hair, it symbolized marriage. Devoted husbands would personally comb and arrange their wives' hair—'gently brushing gossamer strands, lightly tracing spring mountains' with their fingers."

"Where I'm from, there's a saying: when a man combs a woman's hair, it means they'll grow old together. These days, most men won't even pick up a hairbrush, let alone style someone's hair."

The shopkeeper gave Adrian an approving thumbs-up. "Your boyfriend is wonderful—quick to learn and so patient."

Evelyn stomped her foot in frustration. "He's not—"

"Sweetheart, men like him are rare," the shopkeeper said sagely.

Evelyn: "..." She couldn't get a word in edgewise.

As they walked away from the stall, Adrian suddenly asked, "Did you learn it?"

"Huh?"

"How to style hair."

Evelyn choked.

She hadn't seen a damn thing the entire time—what was there to learn?

Adrian arched a brow. "Should I demonstrate again?"

"No, no!" Evelyn shook her head vigorously.

She was hopeless with her hands anyway.

Might as well...

Give up entirely.

At the end of the street, they ran into Victoria and William Langley.

"Mom—"

Victoria immediately noticed her daughter's hair. "That hair clip is lovely. Where did you get it?"

Evelyn pointed behind them.

Victoria studied her. "Did you do it yourself?"

Evelyn: "..."

"I knew it wasn't you! After all those years trying to teach you how to style hair, you never learned..."

Evelyn wished the ground would swallow her whole.

"The shopkeeper helped you, didn't she?"

Evelyn mumbled an indistinct response, desperate to change the subject.

Adrian stood nearby, an almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

"Adrian, what's so amusing?" William asked curiously, glancing around.

Adrian stroked his chin. "Was I smiling?"

"You definitely were!"

"Perhaps..." Adrian paused. "I remembered something funny."

William clapped him on the shoulder. "I get it! I make that same dopey smile thinking about your aunt."

A flicker of emotion passed through Adrian's eyes.

"Speaking of which, Adrian—someone as outstanding as you shouldn't be single. Is work keeping you too busy?" William said enthusiastically. "Should we have your aunt introduce you to someone? There are several new female teachers at her school..."

Adrian nearly choked. "That won't be necessary."

"Don't be shy with your uncle!"