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?"

too small, and the shoes Tyrone bought fit

was puzzled. How on earth did Tyrone know

so stylish. Why

not. I'm way too handsome to downgrade my look with

won her over yet. If he dressed down, nope, he'd have even less of a

wanted to kick him

them, and someone's head sneakily popped out from a window.

the car, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on him. It was

smugly to himself: Ah, women are such enigmas. One second she's complaining about the shoes, and

in his pride, he held

slightly swollen, her eyes glistening-she looked even more enchanting. She

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

couldn't believe Quintessa, this woman,

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