“Hurry. Open it up.”
Elisa stopped hesitating and opened up the box slowly.
She was stunned when she saw the content of the box. The look in her eyes froze on the spot.
Gareth was now silently studying Elisa from the corner of his eyes.
He pursed his lips and turned slightly to see Elisa clearer.
He probably didn’t know that he was anxious himself too.
Elisa’s face turned pale white.
Gareth knew precisely how to press her buttons.
She had never expected Gareth to humiliate her this way.
She could not help but recall what had happened two years ago.
They had attended a dinner that night. Their mission was to pretend to be a model couple in front of outsiders.
Gareth had purposely gotten her a pair of uncomfortable heels that night.
Elisa’s feet had gotten red and swollen from the heels. She could not help but take off her heels right after she entered the lounge room to rest her swollen feet.
When Gareth saw her red and swollen feet, he merely snorted.
“You can’t even bear this? Are all women weak like you?”
Elisa frowned lightly. But she quickly undid the pout on her face and spoke gently to the man. “Gareth, I feel uncomfortable in this pair of heels. Can you get me a pair of Rene Caovilla’s, please?”
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