His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker. Chapter 865 Happiest little stylist

Leo simply nodded, his gaze still fixed on the road ahead. "You’ve been thinking too much today." He glanced at her briefly, his gray eyes softening. "So... I’m stealing you for the rest of the afternoon."

A small smile slowly appeared on Bella’s face.

Soon, the car stopped in front of one of the largest luxury shopping malls in the city. The building was modern, its glass facade reflecting the afternoon sunlight. As always, Leo walked around the car and opened the door for her, his hand extended like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Bella naturally slipped her hand into his.

The moment they entered the mall, Leo looked at her. "So..." He tilted his head. "What would you like to buy?"

Bella’s eyes suddenly sparkled. A mischievous grin spread across her face. Without warning, she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the men’s fashion section.

Leo quietly followed behind her, his long legs easily keeping up with her excited pace.

"...Bunny." His voice was calm but curious. "I thought we came shopping for you."

Bella smiled innocently, her eyes wide and bright. "We are."

Leo glanced around at the racks of suits, shirts, and jackets. "...This is the men’s section."

"I know." She nodded seriously, still holding his hand. "I’m shopping for my husband."

Leo became silent. He simply watched her, his expression unreadable but there was a softness in his eyes that he couldn’t quite hide.

For the next two hours, Bella transformed into the happiest little stylist. She wandered from one rack to another, carefully picking shirts, jackets, sweaters, trousers, shoes, and watches. Every few minutes she would excitedly run back to him, holding up some new piece of clothing like a proud child showing off a treasure.

"Leo!" She held up a light beige shirt. "What about this one?"

Leo looked at it for exactly two seconds. "...No."

Bella blinked. "...Why?"

"I don’t like beige."

"...Okay." She put it back, though her pout was noticeable.

A minute later, she returned with a navy blue shirt. "What about this one?"

Leo looked again. "...No."

"You don’t like blue either?"

"I only wear black."

Bella puffed her cheeks. "You’ll look so handsome in blue..."

Leo answered with complete seriousness. "I already look handsome in black."

Bella stared at him. "...That’s not the point."

She disappeared again. This time she returned carrying a dark green sweater. "What about this?"

"...No."

"A white shirt?"

"...No."

"A gray coat?"

"...No."

"A brown jacket?"

"...No."

Bella stood there with both hands on her waist, her expression caught between exasperation and amusement. "Leooooo! You rejected every single color!"

Leo calmly nodded. "Correct." He pointed toward another rack. "There."

Bella followed his finger. An entire section of the store was filled with black clothes. All shades of black. Dark black, charcoal black, midnight black.

She looked back at him in disbelief. "You really weren’t joking."

"I wasn’t."

Bella covered her face with her hands, mumbling something unintelligible.

Leo looked genuinely confused. "I simply know what I like."

Bella couldn’t help laughing. "No wonder your wardrobe looks identical except for the clothes I brought for you. I thought you bought the same shirt fifty times and the only difference I could spot was the color of the buttons."

"I did."

Bella burst into laughter. "You actually did?!"

Leo nodded without the slightest embarrassment. "The fabric was comfortable. So I bought several."

Bella laughed so hard that nearby shoppers couldn’t help smiling at them. She shook her head helplessly. "My husband has absolutely no fashion sense."

"I do." Leo replied calmly. "My fashion sense is black."

Bella sighed dramatically. "No. Your fashion sense is ."

Even Leo’s lips twitched slightly.

Bella smiled mischievously. "Too bad. I’m your wife. Which means..." She proudly held up a dark blue shirt. "...You’re going to start wearing colors."

Leo looked at the shirt. Then at Bella’s hopeful face. He sighed quietly. "...Fine."

Bella gasped happily. "Really?"

"I’ll wear it." He gently pinched her cheek. "Because you chose it. Not because I like it."

Bella’s smile became even brighter. She immediately placed it into the shopping basket. Then another blue shirt. A cream sweater. A charcoal jacket. A dark green coat.

Leo watched silently as his basket slowly became more colorful than his entire wardrobe had ever been.

"...Bunny."

"Hm?"

"I’ll become unrecognizable."

Bella giggled. "Exactly. I’m upgrading my handsome husband."

Leo looked at her fondly. Although he genuinely preferred nothing except black, he found himself unable to refuse her.

Every time she excitedly asked, "Do you like this one?" he wanted to answer no. But seeing the sparkle in her eyes, the words somehow became "...Alright."

Because in the end, the color of the clothes never mattered to him. What mattered was the smile on the girl choosing them. And for that smile, Leonardo Moretti didn’t mind filling his wardrobe with every color in the world.

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After leaving the men’s section, Leo quietly led Bella toward another part of the mall. His hand was still wrapped around hers, warm and steady, guiding her through the soft glow of the shopping center’s ambient lighting.

Bella looked around curiously. They had passed the jewelry stores, the shoe boutiques, the chocolate shops, and now they were heading toward a section she rarely visited.

"...Where are we going now?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Leo’s lips curved ever so slightly. "You’ll see."

A few moments later, they stopped in front of a cozy little store. The windows were framed with twinkling fairy lights, and inside, the shelves were lined with plush toys of every shape and size—teddy bears, sleepy bunnies, fluffy cats, tiny dinosaurs, and every kind of stuffed animal imaginable. Some were small enough to fit in a pocket. Others were big enough to hug like a cloud.

Bella’s eyes unconsciously lit up. Her lips parted. A soft, breathless whisper escaped her.

"So cute..."

She immediately looked away, pretending she hadn’t been interested. She crossed her arms and tried to appear casual, but the way her eyes kept darting back toward the window gave her away completely.

Leo noticed everything. He didn’t say a word. He simply let go of her hand and walked farther inside. His gaze slowly scanned the shelves, taking his time, as though he were searching for something very specific. Finally, it landed on a soft pink bunny sitting on the top shelf.

The bunny had long, floppy ears, tiny embroidered eyes, and an oversized white ribbon tied around its neck in a perfect bow. It looked impossibly soft, impossibly sweet, and impossibly adorable.

Leo reached up and picked it up.

He turned it over once, examined it with the same seriousness he usually reserved for business contracts, and then calmly walked back to Bella.

"Here."

Bella blinked. She looked down at the bunny, then up at Leo, then back down at the bunny.