He pretended to look offended. “Goats have standards now?”
She shook her head, still smiling. “Come. Let’s buy you proper clothes.”
Kelvin’s heart did something strange.
Nobody had bought him clothes since he was twelve.
Inside a modest clothing store—not the luxury boutique—Kem carefully selected simple shirts and trousers. She examined sizes thoughtfully.
“This one fits your shoulders.”
Kelvin raised an eyebrow beneath his beard. “You noticed my shoulders?”
She paused awkwardly. “I mean… they’re obvious.”
He almost grinned too widely.
Calm down, billionaire.
She paid from her own purse.
Kelvin watched silently.
The same man who bought Linda a Range Rover was now being dressed by a woman who barely spent on herself.
Life was truly creative.
As they walked out, Kem hesitated. “Do you have anywhere to sleep?”
Kelvin scratched his beard thoughtfully. “Under the stars.”
She frowned. “Mosquitoes will finish you.”
He nodded dramatically. “They already know my name.”
She sighed. “You can stay in my spare room for a few days.”
Kelvin nearly choked.
Stay in her house?
This undercover mission was becoming emotionally complicated.
“You trust me?” he asked carefully.
She looked at him calmly. “You look like someone life has humbled, not corrupted.”
If she only knew.
That night, after settling quietly in Kem’s modest but neat apartment, Kelvin slipped out. He drove secretly in another vehicle to his Lagos mansion.
Luxury modern interior glowing under chandelier lights.
He met his mother privately.
She stared at him in disguise and shook her head. “Ah. If I did not give birth to you, I would not believe this.”
He removed the beard.
His sharp jawline reappeared.
“Ma, I think I found someone.”
Her eyes widened. “Who?”
“Kem.”
She froze. “Linda’s friend?”
He nodded.
She leaned back slowly. “Drama has entered season two.”
He explained everything—the kindness, the clothes, the offer of shelter.
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