Winter felt a bit resentful. Why did Charles remember Noelle yet remain indifferent to her?Ever since she was little, there had never been anything Winter wanted that she could not get. She stepped forward and walked to Charles' side as she said, "Mr. Hoffman, do you like these high heels too? These shoes are—""Wrap these shoes up," Charles interrupted her while turning to the sales attendant.The sales attendant immediately understood. "Yes, sir," she said. She then added, "Sir, is the size right?"Charles squinted, his long eyes falling on Noelle. As if sensing something, Noelle looked up at Charles.She pressed her lips together, feeling slightly nervous. She feared that Charles might say something shocking.Charles smiled slightly."Size seven," he continued while looking at Noelle. "But, Ms. Noelle, could you do me a favor?"Noelle felt a bit relieved and smiled. Holding the pair of flats she had just taken off, she said, "Of course, as long as you don't mind.""Let Ms.
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