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. Hendrix was clearly

behind, and he left after reporting some trivial

left behind, I stared at Hendrix speechlessly. "Hendrix, you're too generous to me!" Then, I turned around and went back to the bedroom without

from garbage to me. And Hendrix insisting to keep them-despite I had clearly told him that I didn't need them-was no different than throwing

"Hendrix, please make an appointment with Doctor Saunders if you have

why can't you buy one for me? I'm your husband, and he's only your brother, isn't it?" The words sounded odd coming out

this husband of mine never wore the clothes that I have

seemed surprised, and he asked,

wear them anyway, I

don't you know where I usually keep my

I nodded, "I know!"

his wardrobe were all in monotonous colors, those I had bought would never be on par in terms of quality as his other clothes. Therefore, even if he knew which one

glared at me. "Who else

shook my

"I want them back!"

I was flabbergasted.