Sasha was stunned.
Chris astutely noticed the doubt and panic that flickered across her eyes.
His brow furrowed. 'Did she not understand our "old rules"?'
These were the little things they did for each other. He would trim her bangs when they got too long, and she would shave his mustache.
Chris mustered a smile. "Have you forgotten about our old rules?"
She appeared flustered, scanning her surroundings.
"Lena! What's bothering you today?"
"Oh, Chris!" She swiftly changed the subject. "Look at that store. They have such lovely clothes!"
"Lena—"
"Let's go. Come on, let's check it out!" She playfully nudged him toward the store. "Buy me a dress. I adore wearing dresses!"
Chris wandered through the entire mall, being gently pushed by her. After buying one dress, her shopping enthusiasm appeared to have been unleashed. He trailed behind her with numerous shopping bags, willing to purchase whatever she set her eyes on.
Chris had spent a considerable sum within two hours—he had never spent so much since they met.
It wasn't the money that hurt. Rather, he could no longer ignore the suspicion festering within him.
Sasha eventually said, "Um... Chris, I'm tired. Let's call it a day?"
Chris examined her closely and nodded.
She continued with her deceit. "Oh, I need to swing by the school to see Alexander. I want to check on his studies."
"It's your day off today. Do you have to work?"
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