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?"

size 7-not too big, not too

on earth did Tyrone know

Why don't

not. I'm way too handsome

hadn't even won her over yet. If he dressed down, nope,

she wanted to kick

head sneakily popped out from a window. Quintessa paused, then narrowed her eyes and muttered, "What a coincidence, huh?" Tyrone asked,

up at Tyrone with a mischievous smile and darted out of the car, throwing her arms around his neck

are such enigmas. One second she's complaining about the shoes, and the next, she's thanking me with a kiss in

his pride, he

her eyes glistening-she looked

himself melt with her words; Quintessa had never been so affectionately coquettish with him before it was unprecedented. Used to being mistreated, he felt somewhat unaccustomed

of trouble; he couldn't believe Quintessa,

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