Matthias hadn’t expected Chelsea to witness such an embarrassing moment, and his face flushed bright red.

“You did something good—why are you embarrassed?”

Chelsea teased him lightly. Glancing at his soaked clothes, she added, “Your clothes are drenched. Go change before you catch a cold.”

Matthias touched his damp shirt and shrugged. “It’s fine; it’ll dry soon.”

Chelsea didn’t respond but gave a subtle signal.

Julian walked in right on cue, carrying two shopping bags. “Ms. Bromley, I’ve brought the clothes you requested.”

Chelsea gestured toward Matthias, and Julian handed the bags to him. “Ms. Bromley had me pick these up from a nearby store. They should fit. Go try...