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?"

too big, not too small, and the shoes Tyrone bought fit

How on earth did

so stylish. Why don't you get a pair for

"Of course not. I'm way too handsome to downgrade my look

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

wanted to kick him

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

to react, Quintessa suddenly looked up at Tyrone with a mischievous smile and darted out of the car, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on him. It was so unexpected that Tyrone froze, but

the shoes, and the

his pride, he held her even

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

never been so affectionately coquettish with him before it was unprecedented.

trouble; he couldn't believe

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