Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 725

Chapter 725 Doting on her

After the three of them watched the venue, Casey was not idle and asked Kelvin to drive her to the fabric market.
She just had an inspiration, and now she had to buy fabrics immediately.
Under Casey's strong request, Aimee followed the two of them to the cloth town.
Casey used to come here only when she was doing homework.
Some of her classmates would buy fabrics online, but Casey felt that it was unrealistic, and she was not sure whether the fabrics she bought were the ones she liked.
Therefore, she had never bought fabrics online.
However, after not coming here for a long time, Casey realized that the changes here were quite big.
At least, in her impression, the few shops she bought from before were no longer in their original locations.
Casey sighed and couldn't help feeling, "It's really hard to do any business now."
The familiar stores disappeared, and Casey could only find the fabric she wanted.
This process was not very smooth.
The kind of fabric she wanted had to be finer in workmanship, but obviously, the fabric here couldn't meet that requirement.
Casey was in a bad mood.
Aimee asked, "What do you want?"
"It's the kind that feels cool and slippery, especially high-end. The kind that has a special temperament when viewed from a distance." Casey said.
This was quite abstract.
Kelvin raised his hand and touched Casey's head, saying, "Don't worry. We can go elsewhere, and you can always find it."
Casey nodded and said, "I think so. Then let's go."
She was impulsive.
When she used to do her homework, it was not so complicated.
However, now she wanted to create her own brand. Even if she wanted to make a collection first to practice, she still felt that it needed to meet the standard. Otherwise, it will be too unprofessional.
On the way back, Casey suddenly became depressed.
She sat on the back seat with Aimee, leaned on Aimee's shoulder, and finally couldn't help asking, "Aimee, do you think I am too impulsive? I haven't thought about anything yet, but I dare start a business."
Aimee said, "This is also very good. You have a fresh momentum. Although you are a little impulsive in terms of planning, it doesn't matter, and the impact is not great."
"Really?" Casey sat up straight and looked at Aimee, wanting to see if she was kidding her.
Aimee said, "Each of us has our own style when we do things. You have your style, and he has his own style. It is not necessary to do things according to a fixed style, then you're correct. Everyone is the same. They all want to make something, and there's nothing wrong with it. It's just a difference in habit at most."
"But," Casey frowned and said, "It seems that there are always people who plan to execute. When they do something, they have a higher chance of success."
Aimee said, "From some aspects, it is not wrong to think so, but from other aspects, if everything is implemented according to the plan, then there may be many problems during the implementation process. The question is, for example, your original budget is so large, but when the market changes during implementation, you have to change your budget, so what should you do? Do you not change? Stick to your own plan? This is impossible."
Casey nodded, agreeing with Aimee's words very much.
Especially the domestic economic model in the past two years had completely turned around.
But…
"Aimee, it's rare to be as reckless as me?" Casey pursed her lips, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was really too immature.
Aimee laughed and said, "What's wrong with being reckless? Grandpa, your brothers, sisters-in-law, Kelvin, all of us are escorting you. You have the right to be reckless. What's wrong with that?"
When Casey heard this, she immediately became amused.
Yes, she had these solid backings. Why was she afraid of those?
She felt that she was really unreasonable.
However, it was precisely because of the presence of these important people that Casey felt that she should really do this well.
Only in this way can she live up to the love and affection of those who loved her.