Zoe Lewis dodged his hand and pushed him aside, tears streaming down her face: "Can't I even take back the clothes I bought? I'm not as wealthy as you. My family is living in poverty!"
John Price unbuckled his seatbelt, then Zoe's, and wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her against his chest: "Alright, if you want them, you can have them. Stop crying."
Zoe struggled but couldn't break free, and lay on him, crying endlessly: "You really did despise the clothes I bought. You said you didn't want them and just threw them away!"
John felt a bit of a headache. He always thought women were troublesome creatures, and now it was proven right.
But he couldn't be bothered with other troublesome creatures, while this one in his arms, no matter how troubling, he had patience for: "I try to take them back, you're upset. I don't take them back, you're also upset. What am I supposed to do? Mia, are you trying to drive me crazy?"
