Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 341

When Selina was dragged out for a shopping spree early in the morning, she was still yawning. “Shopping at the crack of dawn? You’re really in the mood for it.”

Joy, strutting in her high heels with the air of a queen inspecting her domain, declared confidently, “Just grab anything that catches your eye.”

Selina gave her a look that screamed, ‘Are you possessed by aliens?’ and asked tentatively, “So, who’s footing the bill? You or me?”

Joy casually jerked her thumb backward. “The guy with the last name Richardson will handle it.”

Caleb, ever the gentleman, just smiled politely.

Selina got the hint.

Though not understanding the reason, she grabbed Joy’s arm and headed straight for the Hermes store.

The two were terrifyingly energetic, striding through the stores in their heels. A few men in

black suits trailed behind, carrying bags exclusively for them.

Caleb tagged along the whole time, a top-tier assistant on call 24/7, feeling for the first time that swiping a credit card could be such an overwhelming task.

It turns out that under certain circumstances, a woman’s stamina can indeed surpass a man’s.

Midway through their spree, Selina’s conscience started to nag at her. “Are we perhaps buying too much?”

sorry for him?” Joy gestured commandingly across a line of designer bags. “We’ll

arrived. The manager, notified in advance, greeted them with a smile

”

thought. “But isn’t half of his

own boss-lady aura, and quickly told the manager

…never mind.”

divorced, so theoretically, Curtis’ money was still marital property, meaning at least half belonged to Leanne. The thought of spending Leanne’s

that their prenuptial agreement meant she wouldn’t get a dime in a divorce, given their current

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Leanne’s?

took a

that half of what I just bought should be charged

Anne.”

first time Caleb had heard of such an unconventional method of dividing assets. He maintained his professionalism

much better after that.

mall and hopped into the car, Joy lounged across

suit, asking her, “So, have you forgiven Curtis

a picture of disdain. “You think a few bags

ask, “Ms. Campbell and Ms. Turner, after such a long spree, you must be hungry. Mr. Richardson has already reserved a table at Feshar. Shall we head there?”

fixed number of guests each day. Reservations had to be made at least a month in advance, and Joy had long wanted to dine there but never managed to book a spot.

“Yes, let’s eat!”