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?"

not too small,

was puzzled. How on earth

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

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

and right. He hadn't even won her over yet. If he dressed down, nope, he'd have even

she wanted

and someone's head sneakily popped out from a window. Quintessa paused, then narrowed her eyes

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

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

basking in his pride, he held

flushed, her lips slightly swollen, her eyes glistening-she looked even more enchanting. She let go

melt with her words; Quintessa had never been so affectionately coquettish with him before it was

of trouble; he couldn't believe Quintessa,

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