After hearing Emery’s comments, I realized that I was indeed quite out of style.

Therefore, I complied with her wishes and bought many things. Right now we had a bit of a problem. I came over by taxi, and she had driven here by herself without a driver.

Looking at the assortment of big and small bags, we were at a loss as to what to do. She considered our situation for a while, whipped out her phone, and called Hunter.

Had I not heard her speaking so gently, I would not have believed that a tough woman like Emery could be as meek as a lamb when speaking to the one she loved.

“Hunter, I am at the mall in the city center. Please come over. There are too many bags and I can’t carry all of them!”

I looked at the bags around us. Women are so dramatic sometimes. It’s just clothes and jewelry. Sure, there’s quite a lot, but it’s actually manageable.

She hung up and noticed that I was looking at her weirdly. “Women need to show weakness at appropriate times,” she pouted, “it’s not that I can’t carry the bags. It’s only because I have him now. So sometimes I can’t open water bottles, lift heavy things, or walk over rain puddles.”

I chuckled at her confession. It seemed that in a relationship, women were the nurturers, while men were the providers.

Seeing that I was spaced out, she blinked a few times and made another call.

“Mr. Fuller, are you done with work?” The words she uttered successfully brought me back to attention.

her. How could

continued, “The mall in the city

dared

raised brow. “Mr. Fuller said he will

her. After giving her a thumbs up, I

started massaging her feet as she plopped down next

wear heels that are 5 cm or 7 cm. Wearing heels that are too high will hurt your

chin in one of her hands, and suddenly started laughing. “Scarlett, when did you start to

we friends now?” I

I told you my feet hurt, you would just brush me off if we were true friends.” She continued, “Instead, you

weren’t rich at that time, and the only pair of heels she had was very high. Hence, it was a pain to wear. Whenever she could no longer walk due to the pain, I would buy her a pair of slippers from a roadside booth. I would be making fun of her while forcing her to change into the slippers. She would change

happened ages ago, yet it also felt as if they just occurred not too long

said to her,

of choices in the mall. Very soon I was back with a shoebox in my hand. I handed it to her and said with a faint smile, “I have taken

it, and looked back at me with incredulity in

think it can still match your outfit. It isn’t from

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