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?"

were a size 7-not too big, not too

puzzled. How on earth did Tyrone know

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

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

He hadn't even won her over yet. If he dressed

chuckled. How she wanted to

popped out from a window. Quintessa paused, then narrowed her eyes and muttered, "What a coincidence,

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

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

in his pride,

cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, her eyes glistening-she looked even

affectionately coquettish with him

sign of trouble; he couldn't

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