The Cherished Wife

Wife 134

Winter felt a bit resentful. Why did Charles remember Noelle yet remain indifferent to her?

Ever since she was little, there had never been anything Winter wanted that she could not get. She stepped forward and walked to Charles‘ side as she said, “Mr. Hoffman, do you like these high heels too? These shoes are-

“Wrap these shoes up,” Charles interrupted her while turning to the sales attendant.

The sales attendant immediately understood. “Yes, sir,” she said. She then added, “Sir, is the size right?”

Charles squinted, his long eyes falling on Noelle. As if sensing something, Noelle looked up at Charles,

She pressed her lips together, feeling slightly nervous. She feared that Charles might say something shocking.

Charles smiled slightly.

“Size seven,” he continued while looking at Noelle. “But, Ms. Noelle, could you do me a favor?”

Noelle felt a bit relieved and smiled. Holding the pair of flats she had just taken off, she said, Of course, as long as you don’t mind.”

“Let Ms. Noelle try them on,” Charles instructed.

“Alright!” The sales attendant quickly handed the shoes to Noelle. “Ms. Shaw, would you like to try them on? I think they would look great on you, and they match your foot shape perfectly!

The sales attendant increasingly admired Noelle’s beauty and her elegant demeanor, which was quite different from the other three women.

Winter’s face was unable to hide her emotions anymore. This was the first time in her 20–plus years of life that she had been treated this way. Even if it was Charles Hoffman, it was unacceptable.

She clutched her bag tightly, nearly deforming it as her resentful gaze fixed on Noelle. She blamed her for being ignored by Charles.

How could Charles let Noelle try on those shoes? What right did she have?

“Miss, please wrap those shoes up for me. I’m also a size seven. No need to try them on,” Winter said through gritted teeth.

Charles raised an eyebrow with a slight smile playing on his lips. Even so, he did not speak. Noelle held the pair of shoes in her hand and paused slightly when she heard Winter say this.

She had not intended to provoke Winter. However, Winter’s reaction made it clear that her pride was severely hurt, all due to this calm and composed man.

The sales attendant was originally kneeling. When she heard Winter’s demand, she felt a flash of irritation. She stood up anyway and said, “I’m sorry, miss, but we only have this one pair in size seven.”

*Then wrap

them up for me!” Winter demanded, handing over her card. “Hurry up!” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

The sales attendant maintained her smile. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Hoffman has already purchased

them.”

“He hasn’t paid yet. Whoever pays first gets them. Here’s my card!” Winter insisted, handing over her card. “What are you waiting for?”

The sales

attendant continued smiling. “Miss, I’m really sorry, but Mr. Hoffman doesn’t need to use a card. These shoes belong to Mr. Hoffman.”

“You… Do you even want to stay in business? Do you know who I am? Believe it or not, I’ll file a complaint against your store right away and make it impossible for you to open another in Brookville!”