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My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Chapter 281: The Rich Young Master Falls in Love with Me

Not many people were out buying jewelry on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

The sales associates were bored and chatting in a group, but when they saw a handsome guy walk in, they all quickly stood up straight.

"Hello, welcome. How can I help you?"

Zeke Walton pushed Amina forward, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Pick out a bracelet that suits her."

The pairing was so odd, it was impossible not to gossip.

The sales associates glanced curiously back and forth between Zeke Walton and Amina.

Her hands were clenched tightly, one drawn into her sleeve, the other hidden behind her back—a clear sign of insecurity and nervousness.

But beneath her hat, her face was rosy and delicate, full of collagen. With her large eyes, high nose, and small, cherry-red lips, the combination was so beautiful...

’Could it be a real-life story of a rich young master falling for Cinderella?’

’Ahhh!! They’re so cute together!’

"Oh, you’re looking for a bracelet, miss? Of course, of course."

A sales associate hurried out from behind the counter, bringing high stools for them to sit on.

"We have a wide selection of styles, so please, sit down and take your time choosing. This way, please."

Zeke Walton plopped right down onto a stool.

Amina looked down at her own cheap, slightly dirty shoes. The store was immaculate, the floor so clean it shone. She felt too embarrassed to even stand on it, let alone sit down.

"No, thank you. I’m fine standing."

She spoke in a near-inaudible murmur.

The words had barely left her mouth when she was suddenly lifted into the air and plopped onto the chair by Zeke Walton.

"You’re fucking fearless with me! So why do you turn into such a coward the second you see anyone else?"

"You’re the customer! You’re God! You’re their livelihood, you know that? What’s there to be embarrassed about? What’s wrong with being a delivery person? Aren’t delivery people human? So what if you get the stool dirty? They can wipe it clean! Dammit, stools are made for sitting! Just sit your ass down and stay put!"

Seeing her look so insecure and sensitive, as if *she* were the one being wronged, sent Zeke Walton into a rage. He forcefully placed Amina’s hand on the counter and lifted her chin.

"Hand out! Head up! Look here! Now pick! Pick whichever one you like! If one isn’t enough, take two! If two aren’t enough, take three! I swear I’m going to cure you of this problem today!"

The sales associates: "..."

’Wow.’

Amina was only twenty, but because she had overworked herself since she was young, her fingers were rough and her knuckles were a bit thick.

After coming to the big city, she’d seen so many people with fair, delicate hands—even Zeke Walton, a man, had more delicate hands than hers. This was why she was unwilling to show them.

But her proportions were excellent. She was slim and tall, with slender wrists and long fingers, so jewelry still looked very good on her.

The sales associate grabbed a pile of bracelets and started slipping them onto her wrist.

"Miss, you’re so pretty, and you have such lovely hands. Your wrists are so slender, see? Every single one looks beautiful on you. Why don’t you show your boyfriend and let him help you choose?"

Truth be told, all girls like sparkly, fancy jewelry.

Especially when seeing them on her own wrist for the very first time, Amina was thrilled. She loved all of them.

But she didn’t dare ask for so many.

"There’s no need to show him. I’ll just take this one. I like this one."

She took off all the others, leaving only the thinnest one.

Zeke Walton saw right away that she was just trying to save money. With a CLATTER, he swept all the bracelets she had just taken off into his hand.

Coincidentally, there were exactly seven of them.

"No need to choose. Wrap them all up."

Everyone: "What?"

"I want you to wear a different one each day. One for every day of the week, no repeats. When you get tired of them, I’ll come with you to pick out new ones. Now, tally up the price."

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