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 shoes

puzzled. How on earth did Tyrone know her shoe

stylish. Why don't you

"Of course not. I'm way too handsome

He hadn't even won her over yet. If

How she wanted to kick him right

someone's head sneakily popped out from a window. Quintessa

smile and darted out of the car, throwing her arms around his neck and

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

pride, he held

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

with him before it was

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

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