Someone nearby started making faces and teasing. "I understand Willard's thoughts. Isn't this all for Jolene? Well, who wouldn't be tempted by such a beauty?"
"Haha, we even bet back then that Willard would end up marrying her. They were a perfect match, a match made in heaven."
Willard's expression darkened. "Shut up, all of you. Don't let Cynthia hear this. If she makes a fuss, I won't let you off."
Sadly, the crowd laughed even harder.
"Alright, alright, we won't say anything. You're awesome, Willard. You've got Cynthia wrapped around your finger."
As soon as he finished speaking, Willard's phone rang and Jolene's name appeared on the screen.
The surrounding crowd instantly fell silent, their eyes filled with knowing glances. "The real owner is here," whispered one of them.
Willard didn't object. His lips curled up, his voice instantly softening an octave.
On the other end of the line, Jolene's voice was sweet and coy. "Willard, did you really buy the 'Starry Sky' for me? I heard that bag was auctioned for three million!"
"Yes, it's already paid for. It'll be delivered to you next week."
"But ... isn't that too extravagant?"