“Desserts soothe the soul. If you don’t want Audrey to have them, maybe you should have them yourself. After all, my wife deserves the best.”
To that, I gave the man a look to show him that I could see right through him. “You think I don’t know what you’re up to? Don’t try to pacify me, Ashton. I know you’re only doing this for Audrey.”
Ashton chuckled in response. “So, does that mean you don’t want any?”
“Of course I do!” There was only one thing I could not turn down at that moment, and it was dessert.
After parking the car, Ashton took me by the hand again and led me to a bakery named Black Angle.
Inside were all sorts of desserts displayed in glass boxes, and each box had its own lighting and thermostat to regulate temperature. Under the lights, the pastries shimmered like art pieces in a gallery.
As expected, whenever Ashton paid for something, he usually wanted more than just the quality of the products because he also valued the overall experience in making the purchase.
I stopped in front of a newly released Napoleon Cake and thought it was the perfect dessert for Audrey and me, so Ashton had the storekeeper approach us.
“Hello, sir. What can I help you with?” Not only did the storekeeper have the body of a supermodel, but she also had the voice of a radio host.
“I’m so sorry, sir, but this one is all sold out at the moment. Our White Swan series desserts are also quite popular. Would you like to try those?”
“It’s sold out already? But it’s not even noon yet.” Even though I was disappointed, I could understand why the new product was snatched up so quickly. Since I did not make a pre-order, I never really had a chance at getting one.
Sighing, I looked around while the storekeeper continued to shower us with recommendations.
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