Tyrone actually went out of his way to ask the salesperson for a pair of shoes that were both ugly and


    comfortable. Without hesitation, the clerk pointed him toward the clunkiest pair on the shelf. Quintessa


    was speechless with annoyance.


    Tyrone kept a straight face. "Take it or leave it."


    Quintessa rolled her eyes, deciding to wear them-she had no other choice, given she was currently


    barefoot.


    She stepped into the unsightly shoes.


    Now, Quintessa''s feelings were somewhat delicate because, no matter what, Tyrone was the first man


    to ever buy her shoes.


    Getting flowers from men was nothing new or special, but shoes... it seemed he was the only one!


    Tyrone raised an eyebrow smugly. "Tsk, isn''t this pretty good?"


    Quintessa''s feet were a size 7-not too big, not too small, and the shoes Tyrone bought fit just right.


    She was puzzled. How on earth did Tyrone know her shoe size?


    She gritted her teeth. "They''re so stylish. Why don''t you get a pair for yourself?"


    Tyrone lifted his chin defiantly. "Of course not. I''m way too handsome to downgrade my look with


    those."


    He wasn''t like Quintessa, flirting left and right. He hadn''t even won her over yet. If he dressed down,


    nope, he''d have even less of a chance.


    Quintessa chuckled. How she wanted to kick him right now!


    Suddenly, she spotted a car behind them, and someone''s head sneakily popped out from a window.


    Quintessa paused, then narrowed her eyes and muttered, "What a coincidence, huh?" Tyrone asked,


    "What?"


    Without giving him time to react, Quintessa suddenly looked up at Tyrone with a mischievous smile and


    darted out of the car, throwing her arms around his neck and nting a kiss on him. It was so


    unexpected that Tyrone froze, but his arms instinctively wrapped around her.


    As they kissed, Tyrone thought smugly to himself: Ah, women are such enigmas. One second she''s


    comining about the shoes, and the next, she''s thanking me with a kiss in the middle of the street,


    shamelessly unbothered by onlookers.


    While basking in his pride, he held her even tighter.


    After a moment, Quintessa''s cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, her eyes glistening-she


    looked even more enchanting. She let go of Tyrone''s neck and cooed, "Honey, let''s get going."


    Tyrone felt himself melt with her words; Quintessa had never been so affectionately coquettish with him


    before it was unprecedented. Used to being mistreated, he felt somewhat unustomed to this sudder


    change.


    Abnormality is a sign of trouble; he couldn''t believe Quintessa, this woman, could be so docile.


    Tyrone cleared his throat, embracing Quintessa''s waist, and asked, "Alright, spill it. What do you want


    to do?"


    Quintessa rolled her eyes and yfully tapped his lips with her finger. "Nothing, just my way of thanking


    you. Don''t you want it? Or would you prefer a kick or two instead?"


    Tyrone leaned closer, whispering in her ear. "Of course I want it, but I don''t think it''s enough. How


    about we check into a hotel tonight?"


    Quintessa pinched Tyrone''s waist and scoffed. "Ha, dreaming of sleeping together over a pair of ugly


    shoes? Dream on. Do your employees know how stingy you are?"


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    The pinch was fierce, and Tyrone couldn''t help but wince.


    Quintessa nced at the car behind them and smirked, her patience evidently at its end.


    She tilted Tyrone''s chin and said, "Let''s go, Mr. Cheapskate CEO. I''ve got to make a living to support


    this household. Otherwise, you won''t even get two bucks in change for a tip next time."


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