The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Shoes Reflect A Woman’s Heart [1]

"I-I just remembered I haven’t gotten shoes!" I scurried out without looking back, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

I cut to the next corridor and rushed into a shoe boutique. First that weird dream, and now this? I don’t care, I’ll stay here forever!

"Hello, can I help you?"

I whipped my head to a lady suddenly before me, dressed neatly in her suit jacket and skirt, with white gloves covering her hands.

I just kept gawking at her whilst catching my breath, not until I shook my head to collect myself.

"Y-Yeah..." I walked to the expansive display of shoes that cost way more than buying a house.

I still haven’t gotten used to the fact that I can shop for things like this. Athena was the spendthrift today, but it’s a good thing I have Ares’ card with me.

"Um... If you’re here for a job interview, then I’m afraid we’re not currently taking any applicants."

"Excuse me?"

I noticed she was staring me up with her eyes. It was not like I was dressed homeless or anything. I wore a thick creamy batwing cardigan with a tank top beneath, high-waisted jeans, and sneakers, comfy for my sore feets.

Seems like this wasn’t classy enough for her to deem me a customer.

"I said you must be lost, and we’re not taking new hirers," she said, keeping her fake smile, which I was very accustomed to.

In my defense, I do that to people I don’t like, and I tried my best to maintain a professional air. I’d give her points for that.

I adjusted my glasses to speak, but she stopped me.

"I think you should find your way out. Excuse me."

I scoffed as she walked past me to a customer who had just stepped in. Seriously, what is it with all these high-end boutiques their quickness to judge?

"Welcome, ma’am. What would you like?" she said sweetly.

Maybe I should leave and spare myself any headaches. But the thought of meeting Reed outside made me rethink.

"That..." The woman pointed to me, and I froze where I was.

The hell?

Slowly, she walked toward me, elegant in steps like she walked on clouds.

She had short brown hair styled in a vintage curly bob, the strands of silver from age catching the light. A white blazer rested on her shoulders; under it, a matching silk turtleneck with sleeves; long pants flared at the bottom, paired with black heels.

My body tensed when she stood right in front of me, and her expensive perfume filled my nose. Damn! She’s tall.

"That," she said again, this time pointing behind me where the shoes were displayed.

Oh.

"Of course!" The staffer hurried to me and whispered whilst keeping her smile. "I thought I told you to leave!"

Okay... I thought about leaving, but I changed my mind.

"I came to get shoes and I’ll get them. Take your time, and I’ll do too," I said as I walked towards the other section.

"Forgive me, ma’am, that was..."

I tuned out her words as I took a pointed-toe pump, loving the details on this one, with swirls, the silver caught the lights exquisitely.

"You have a good eye."

I turned to the woman who was suddenly approaching me.

"That silver will set the tone right..."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

Huh...

I eyed the staffer at the far end, who glared.

I’m definitely buying this one. I can already picture feet in them.

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