Chapter 3The Day the Shoulder Rubs Stopped

He stood in front of me, completely at a loss for words.

Beside him, Chloe instinctively hid the LV bag behind her back.

In that suffocating silence, the little boy fearlessly pointed at me and announced, "It's the nanny! Daddy Ethan's nanny!"

Chloe hurriedly covered his mouth and offered me an awkward smile. "Toby is still little, he doesn't remember things well. I've told him so many times that you are his senior's wife, but he always gets it wrong."

The boy stuck his tongue out at me. "Who told her to be so chubby? She looks just like a maid."

Ethan frowned and spoke up. "Our two companies are having a joint dinner tonight. Chloe and I are old college friends, so we decided to stroll around beforehand and buy Toby some things."

"Since it happens to be Chloe's birthday, I'm just accompanying her to buy what she needs first."

As he spoke, he seemed to gain confidence, as if he truly believed he had found a flawless excuse.

He continued, "Since you're working part-time here, just wrap up those red shoes. Tell the other customer you're refunding them."

"I can't refund them."

"It's just a pair of shoes. Why can't you refund them?"

"Because the person who reserved them is me. And I don't feel like refunding myself."

We stared at each other. He was speechless.

I smiled and turned to Chloe. "Ms. Chloe has such gorgeous legs, honestly, flats would look even better on you, and they won't hurt your feet. This pair, however, is our store's flagship piece. It demands a very high level of aura and elegance from the wearer."

Chloe pursed her lips and looked at Ethan.

Then, she walked over to the sofa, sat down, and extended her foot.

"Then let me try them on."

I ignored the provocation in her eyes, knelt down, and helped her slip on the $3,500 "distressed" sneakers.

"The size is perfect. It looks amazing. Everyone in the high-fashion world loves this aesthetic, and the price is quite reasonable."

Ethan lowered his voice to scold me. "What kind of taste do you have? Those look like they were dragged through dog crap! If Chloe wears those outside, people will think she's a beggar!"

I gasped in mock surprise. "Sir, if you aren't in the fashion industry, you wouldn't understand. This is the hottest shoe among major influencers right now. Ms. Chloe is so trendy, I'm sure she knows a masterpiece when she sees one."

I pointed to my phone propped up behind me. "Even my TikTok livestream viewers are saying it looks great."

Her brow twitched as she forced a stiff smile. "It... it does look quite nice. Wrap them up. How much are they?"

I smiled. "Three thousand five hundred. Very affordable. For a wealthy woman like you, that's probably just the cost of a casual dinner."

Her smile was practically sliding off her face.

But I had already swiftly boxed up the shoes and handed them to her. "Will that be card or Apple Pay?"

Chloe looked at Ethan.

Ethan's expression was incredibly unnatural.

"I already told you I'm buying you the red ones. Put those ugly things away, don't make things difficult for Chloe."

I laughed. "You want the red ones, sir? I'll wrap them up for you right now."

With that, I turned to the livestream and said, "This gentleman wants to buy these red heels for his wife at home!"

The chat went wild.

[Wait, so that woman next to him isn't his wife?]

[Is he cheating?!]

[Watch, if he pays for the other woman, he's definitely a cheater!]

Quickly, the red heels were boxed up as well.

With a rigid face, Chloe tapped her card and paid the $3,500.

She didn't say another word. She grabbed the shopping bag, took her son's hand, and stormed out.

Ethan swiped his card for the $1,200 red heels. His face was thunderous, but he remained utterly silent.

In less than ten minutes, the store had made nearly five thousand dollars in sales. The ecstatic store manager immediately transferred the equivalent value of the red heels to my account.

She even tried to convince me to stay and work full-time.

Ethan grabbed my arm and dragged me out. "She's a housewife! She doesn't need to work!"

I shook off his hand and politely declined the manager's offer.

Because I didn't know what kind of career I wanted yet.

The rest of my life was long. I refused to waste my limited time on something I wasn't passionate about ever again.