My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I almost couldn't control my facial expression. Looking at Evan, I asked, "What is the average price for all of these pieces of jewelry?"

I was a realist, and I wasn't ashamed of asking for the price since I recognized basically none of the brands of jewelry.

Evan answered me with a straight face, "These pieces are designed and made by famous designers with much patience and diligence. So, the average price will be around twenty million dollars."

My mouth fell agape, and I turned to stare at Hendrix. I solemnly said, "Hendrix, I don't like these things. Ask them to return them!"

Twenty million dollars wasn't a small amount. Only a filthy rich person would spend this whopping sum of money.

Hendrix frowned, "You don't like all of them?" While he was waiting for my answer, his gaze swept through the opened suitcases that were filled with the jewelry.

I nodded earnestly, "Yes, I don't like all of them."

"Leave all of them here, then," Hendrix gestured to Evan. "Next time, be patient and wise when you're picking the items. Don't make useless efforts."

Evan was dumbfounded at the sudden admonish, and he turned solemn when he grasped the situation.

part of the workforce for two years, I could apprehend the hidden meaning between the lines.

and he left after reporting some trivial

stared at Hendrix speechlessly. "Hendrix, you're too generous to me!" Then,

insisting to keep them-despite I had clearly

he wasn't mad about the things Aaron had sent anymore. However, if I want him to put this behind his mind, he wanted me to buy a belt for him too. "Hendrix, please make an appointment

one for me? I'm your husband, and he's only your brother, isn't it?" The words sounded odd

mine never wore the clothes that I have bought for him. So, tell me, why should I buy

did?" Hendrix seemed surprised,

I kept them in your wardrobe in our villa at Ucrebury. Since you never wear them anyway, I gave Doctor Saunders a set when his clothes were wet

know where I usually keep

I nodded, "I know!"

in terms of quality as his other clothes. Therefore, even if he knew which one I had

glared at me. "Who else did

my head,

"I want them back!"

I was flabbergasted.