"Look at your right foot. Do you think I'll let you walk with that foot? These high heels are too dangerous. You shouldn't wear them anymore. I'll buy a better one for you next time," Henry Armstrong nagged. "Nah, I have plenty of heels at home," Georgie Clementine said.

Henry carried Georgie downstairs without saying anything.

Karen Campbell and Zayn Tulip followed closely behind them.

After stalking out of the restaurant, Henry carried Georgie to the car and carefully placed her down on the passenger seat.

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Though the two of them had already made it clear that they did not need any help or company, Karen and Zayn had no intention of leaving and remained rooted next to Henry.

"Young Master Armstrong, are you sure you don't want us to come with you?" Zayn asked.

Henry frowned slightly. "No."

Subsequently, Henry contacted one of the Dior boutiques. "Save all the new high heels with size 37 for me. Do not sell them."

Georgie was dumbfounded when she heard that. "I said I don't need any shoes..."

Henry did not answer her. He hung up the phone, started the car, and headed straight to

stopped dead in

once again proved to

not deny that she was

one day, she could not hide her jealousy

received this kind of treatment in

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steadily down the streets toward

to cancel your order. I don't want any heels." Georgie broke the silence in the car, her

back on my word now?

care. I don't want any

don't mind seeing so many brand new heels go to waste, I'm okay

scoundrel

give me any more random gifts." Irritation and

wouldn't resend you the bag you've returned to me earlier. Think

tried to recall their conversation this morning. It seemed

not promise her anything when she warned him not to send her anything else. He just said that he would think about it after lunch. Georgie was at

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