Alice Turner looked down at the clothes stuffed into her arms. It wasn’t that she was being fussy about not wearing them; she was genuinely worried, worried about Autumn York who was sitting outside waiting for them to come out.

She already wasn’t very liked by his mom, so there was no need to stir up trouble. She reached out to take back the coat he took, returning his jacket to him, "I’d better wear my own. I still have to go back to the office later."

Suddenly going back in a man’s clothes would definitely draw a lot of curious looks.

"Your clothes are wet, you’ll catch a cold like that," Thomas Fisher said as he reached out again to take the clothes from Alice Turner’s hands. This time, however, his hand missed, as she dodged away with her own clothes right before he could grab them.

Worried he might try to take her clothes again, she quickly put on her own clothes after moving away from him. "It’s just this little bit, I won’t catch a cold. Besides, I’m not that delicate."

Alice Turner looked down to zip up her jacket. Once dressed, she saw that Thomas Fisher still hadn’t put on his clothes and urged, "Hurry up and put on your clothes, your mom is still waiting outside."

Her implication was clear - telling him to get dressed so they could leave the lounge.

"Come over here and help me put it on."

Thomas Fisher didn’t force Alice Turner to wear his clothes again but instead made a request, asking her to help him put on his clothes.

"Put them on yourself!"

Alice Turner deftly threw a remark at the man and started heading towards the lounge door. But as soon as she took a few steps, Thomas caught up quickly and grabbed her before she could react.

Thomas Fisher held onto Alice Turner with one hand and presented his jacket to her with the other, "Help me put it on quickly, or you won’t be getting out today."

He was more than willing to stay here with her without going out. Whether she’d be willing, though, was beyond his guess.

"How can you be so shameless? Does your mom know how shameless you are?" Alice Turner glared at the man forcing her to dress him, but she still reached out and took his clothes. She looked down at his hand gripping her arm, "Could you let go of me now?"

He wanted her to dress him but was holding her arm at the same time. How could she do that with just one hand? She wasn’t capable of any stunts.

"Of course."

Thomas Fisher beamed like a flower as he let go of Alice Turner’s arm, standing in place, waiting for her to dress him.

Alice Turner now wore a smile even brighter than Thomas Fisher’s, lifting his jacket with both hands, "Master Thomas, could you turn around? I can’t help you dress like this; my arms aren’t that long."

She stood still with the clothes raised, waiting for him to turn around.

"Seeing how agreeable you are, I’ll cooperate." Thomas Fisher smiled at Alice Turner, turned around, and left her with a straight back.

As soon as he turned around, she displayed a mischievous grin of triumph. Taking advantage of his confused state, she swiftly tossed the clothes over his head.

Before he could react, she turned and dashed out of the lounge.

Only when his head was covered did Thomas Fisher realize he’d been tricked by Alice Turner, without even a moment to respond. He took the clothes off his head and hurried out after her.

Just outside the lounge, he saw Alice Turner walking toward him, smirking as he asked, "Come to accept your punishment for wrongdoing?"