They walked towards the supermarket with him holding the umbre for the both of them. There was


    one second when ir was one step behind.


    Only then did she find out that most of the umbre was over her.


    Wesley’s left shoulder was all wet. What was this man doing!


    ir was moved. But since he had already made it clear that he didn’t like her, she thought that he was


    doing this only because he was a gentleman.


    She looked up at the umbre and moved closer to him so that it could shield both of them.


    Distracted, she didn’t notice the puddle on the ground.


    “Be careful!”


    Wesley suddenly called out.


    She couldn’t dodge it, but he was quick enough to pull her into his arms before she stepped into it.


    ir looked down at the puddle and told him, “I’m wearing white shoes.


    I would be damned if I had walked into it. Thanks.”


    Wesley didn’t respond. However, he made sure that he didn’t let go of her until they had reached the


    entrance to the supermarket. Locked in his arms, ir was so flustered she didn’t even know where to


    put her hands. Luckily, it wasn’t a long distance from the puddle to the entrance. While Wesley was


    folding the umbre near the door, ir calmed herself down and straightened her clothes.


    After they entered the supermarket, she got a cart. Instead of browsing around, they went straight to


    the household essentials aisle.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    “What toothbrush and toothpaste brands does your mom like?”


    “I don’t know.” ‘Is there a difference between those brands?’


    “What kind of towel does she use? Any specific requirements?”


    “I have no idea.” ‘Just towels. Aren’t they all the same?’


    “Does she prefer milk or yogurt?”


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    “I’m not sure.” ‘I like neither. ‘


    ir rolled her eyes at him. ‘Are you sure that you are her son?’


    “Does your mom like snacks?”


    “I. Looking at her glum face, he changed his answer from “I don’t know” to “Yeah, she does.”


    Sadly, that answer brought him a Load of new questions.


    “What does she like best? Dried mangoes? Nuts? Chips? Does she like oats or other cereals?”


    “I don’t know.” There were those three words again.