Holly Winslow handed the card back to him. With a cute, haughty expression, she brandished her own card. "I don't need your paycheck. I have my own. It might not be as much as yours, but it's enough for me to live on."
"I'm a modern, independent woman. I earn my own money and spend it how I like."
Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, and a single question from him was enough to bring her back down to reality. "Enough for handbags?"
He liked buying watches. She liked buying handbags.
These two hobbies were their household's biggest expenses. Mortimer Quincy's salary was more than enough for his watches, but hers wasn't enough for her handbags. She often had to dip into his salary account to buy one.
The ask-for-forgiveness-not-permission kind.
Holly Winslow: "..."
She rubbed the tip of her nose. "I'll just buy a cheaper one."
