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?"

a size 7-not too big, not too small, and the

puzzled. How on earth did Tyrone

her teeth. "They're so stylish. Why don't you get a

course not. I'm way too handsome to

flirting left and right. He hadn't even won her over

she wanted

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,

out of the car, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on him. It was so unexpected that Tyrone froze, but his arms instinctively

second she's complaining about the shoes, and the next, she's thanking me with a kiss in the middle

basking in his pride, he held

cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, her eyes glistening-she looked even more enchanting. She let go of Tyrone's

himself melt with her words; Quintessa had never been so affectionately coquettish with him before it was unprecedented. Used to being mistreated,

of trouble; he couldn't believe Quintessa, this woman,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255