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.

of the workforce for two years, I could apprehend the hidden meaning between the lines. Hendrix was clearly telling Evan off that he wasn't

behind, and he

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

didn't usually wear jewelry, so the accessories were no different from garbage to me. And Hendrix insisting to keep them-despite I had clearly told him that I didn't need them-was

him to put this behind his mind, he wanted me to buy a belt for him too. "Hendrix, please make an appointment with Doctor Saunders if you have problems. Stop making things difficult for me!" Something must be wrong for him to have made such a request. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

with your earned money, why can't you buy one for me? I'm your husband, and

have bought for him. So, tell

did?" Hendrix seemed surprised, and

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

you know where I usually

I nodded, "I know!"

on par in terms of quality as his other clothes. Therefore,

"Who else

my head, "Only

"I want them back!"

I was flabbergasted.