Instead of getting angry, he continued to smile indulgently. "Even if you say you don't want them, they are still yours." Only she, only the woman of Michael Thorn, was worthy of these exquisite treasures.
A subtle smile tugged at the corner of Evelyn's lips, though she pushed him away and walked back toward the bedroom, her heels clicking against the floor.
"No means no! You can save them for your future wife!"
He closed the cabinet doors and followed her out. "If you don't want them, I'll have them all cleared out and replaced with new ones until you find something you like." It sounded like a joke, but Evelyn knew very well that this man always kept his word.
"To save you from wasting money, whether I accept these or not depends entirely on your behavior!" The woman sat on the edge of the sofa, placing the white high heels in front of her, preparing to put them on.
