Chapter 220

"Oh, Christopher."

A lady called his name to console him, and it shocked Rubica. What was he doing here? Had the criticism about her ribbons started from his mouth?

Their eyes met and he bowed elegantly. There wasn't even a single flaw in his posture.

"I am Christopher. I would be honored to make a dress for you one day."

"That won't be needed, I have Khanna."

Rubica coldly turned him down flatly, but it didn't make his smile fade. He had a number of high nobles as his regular customer, so this kind of refusal was nothing to him.

He believed Rubica would eventually be eager to wear a dress made by him, although she was pretending to be too high for that. All he had to do was to trigger her fear that she might be excluded from the society, a bit of vanity, and pride.

"Oh, right. I don't deserve to as I am not a dweller of Claymore Dukedom. You are as chaste as they say."