Wendy had clearly chosen a new outfit for today. On her, the mature style exuded a magnetic allure that was hard to resist.
She wore a crimson V-neck dress made of smooth, silky fabric. A slim strap, about a finger's width, wrapped delicately around her fair neck, tied into a bow at the back.
A moment later, she put on a matching set of red lingerie with black lace detailing, she always preferred her undergarments to match.
Under the lights, the already sleek fabric shimmered even more. Sparkling rhinestones bordering the neckline accentuated her stunning features.
A wide black silk ribbon adorned the dress, which Andrew deliberately tightened.
It cinched her already slender waist, making her figure even more striking, emphasizing her curves with unapologetic precision.
And then came the finishing touch. When Wendy pulled on a pair of sheer black crystal stockings… her flawless silhouette was enough to set the air ablaze.
"Wow, you look absolutely stunning, my precious Wendy. How have I never seen you wear this before? I'm definitely buying you more today."
Andrew let out an admiring sigh.
Though he was always surrounded by beautiful women, he still found himself drawn to the elegance of Eastern beauty.
"Thank you," Wendy replied with a sweet smile, slipping her arm through his like a girl basking in love.
Andrew found it genuinely hard to believe this radiant, youthful woman beside him was already thirty.
Today, he hadn't asked Happy to drive. He wanted to spend the day warmly and privately with her just the two of them.
He chose a blue Audi Pikes Peak and headed toward Manhattan, New York's busiest district.
Throughout the drive, Andrew kept one hand on the wheel, though the car was on autopilot. His right hand, however, stayed far from idle.
By the time they reached the parking garage, poor Wendy had already "climbed the world's highest peak" more than once.
Andrew quickly circled to the passenger side and helped the now weak-kneed Wendy out of the car.
She leaned her entire body against him, drained of strength, as they slowly strolled down Manhattan's most iconic shopping street.
Even in a place like Manhattan brimming with fashion, beauty, and the world's elite. Wendy stood out like a goddess.
Eighty percent of the crowd's attention was on her. After all the "affectionate care" she'd received earlier, her skin practically glowed with radiance.
Wearing crystal heels, her already long legs looked even more sculpted, drawing attention from both men and women.
Several women out shopping with their boyfriends or husbands couldn't help but lash out with the infamous "death grip."
What's that look for? You dare ogle other women while I'm right here?
Are you asking for a beating?
Andrew wore sunglasses and a face mask, keeping a low profile. No one had recognized him yet.
If they had, the entire Rockefeller district would've come to a screeching halt.
They were walking through Rockefeller Center—New York's busiest commercial hub, often nicknamed "America's Little Hong Kong" or "New York's Little Shanghai."
Clinging to Andrew's arm, Wendy gazed with fascination at the dazzling displays of jewelry and crystal accessories in the store windows.
"Like anything? Go ahead, pick whatever you want. Your man's got plenty of money!"
Andrew spoke with the unshakable confidence of someone who had every reason to be proud.
Since his return to Earth, Andrew had been caught up with his company, S.H.I.E.L.D., and a whirlwind of gorgeous women. He hadn't had a proper chance to explore New York.
Now, looking around curiously, he resembled a wide-eyed tourist stepping into the Grand View Garden for the first time.
Seeing price tags that ran into the tens and hundreds of thousands of dollars, Wendy sighed.
"Since graduating, I haven't bought a single item of clothing or shoes over a hundred bucks. Even our wedding ring only cost three hundred. I've never owned real jewelry."
Andrew intertwined his fingers with hers and said softly,
"Today, I'm going to make you the most dazzling woman in all of Manhattan. Let's go on a shopping spree."
Wendy lit up, and with a smile, planted a bright lipstick kiss on his cheek.
"Welcome to TORY BURCH!"
A young saleswoman in a smart business suit greeted them warmly. Judging by her figure alone, Andrew gave her a solid 8 out of 10.
"Help my girlfriend pick out a few full outfits," he instructed.
"Certainly, sir. Right this way, miss."
The assistant bowed slightly and led Wendy to the display area.
Andrew, meanwhile, lit a Hongtashan cigarette and took a slow, relaxed drag.
"Darling, what are you up to?"
His phone buzzed, it was a message from Betty Ross.
"Heh. Working," he casually replied.
"Got time tonight? It's been forever since we had beers under the stars."
Andrew smirked. Beers? More like you're craving a bottle of sweet milk, aren't you?
He typed out a response.
"Can't do tonight. Tomorrow, maybe."
He'd already promised Wendy a romantic date, just the two of them. He was a man of his word. And more importantly, a businessman. And what's the most important quality in business?
Money?
No, integrity.
"Sir, what do you think of this outfit?"
The assistant had returned, gently reminding him to take a look.
"Hmm, not bad. Wrap it up."
He gave it a quick glance sleek black fabric against her fair skin, with a design that hugged every curve flawlessly.
Whether an outfit looks good depends entirely on who's wearing it. With Wendy's looks, even a potato sack would turn heads.
"This style is perfect. Get me another one in white."
"Of course, sir."
Andrew always preferred solid colors. Black and white—his forever favorite combination.
"Come on. Next store."
Still lightly dressed, Andrew and Wendy continued their shopping spree.
At this level of purchase, the store would handle delivery directly. No VIP customer should be burdened with carrying bags.
Click, click ...
In the jewelry store, Wendy snapped a few selfies wearing a ten-carat blue sapphire ring and immediately posted them to her social feed.
(End of Chapter)
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