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,

How on earth

stylish. Why don't you get a pair

chin defiantly. "Of course not. I'm way too handsome to downgrade

won her over yet. If he dressed

wanted

a car behind them, and someone's head sneakily popped out from a window. Quintessa paused, then narrowed

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

are such enigmas. One second she's complaining about the shoes, and the

pride, he held

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

with him before it was

is a sign of trouble; he couldn't

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