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CHAPTER 9

Author: CupidValerie
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As we walked into the mall, the cool air-conditioned atmosphere enveloped us, providing a welcome respite from the tension between us. Ethan's strides were long and purposeful, and I struggled to keep up, my palms still tingling from the touch of his hands.

We entered a high-end shoe store, and the sales associate greeted Ethan with a warm smile. "Mr. Ethan, welcome back! What can we help you find today?"

Ethan's eyes scanned the shelves, his gaze lingering on the designer labels. "Find her something suitable," he instructed, his voice firm but polite.

The associate nodded, presenting me with several options. Ethan rejected each pair, his criticism biting.

"Those are ugly. Show her something better."

I intervened, choosing a simple yet elegant pair of black pumps. Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"Those are acceptable," he said.

As the associate rang up the purchase, Ethan's phone buzzed. He answered, his expression darkening.

"I'll handle it," he said, his voice low and menac
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