"Just three million. As long as it makes you happy, it's worth every penny."
A satisfied sigh came from Jolene's end. "You're too good to me. Once I get the bag, I'll show it off to you first!"
Willard smiled so hard, his eyes squinted. "Alright, I'll be waiting."
The moment he hung up, his friends swarmed around him.
"Three million for a bag? Willard, are you trying to have Jolene move into the new house with just a bag in hand? Does Cynthia know about this?"
Willard casually picked up a bottle of wine. "Cynthia and I have been together for years. She doesn't care about these things, but Jolene is different. She's so delicate and fragile, I have to make her feel secure."
I still stood outside the door, but my heart turned completely cold.
I hunted down every piece of furniture in our future home at discount stores across the entire city. When I was in love with the $20,000 couch at the time, Willard's face instantly darkened.
"Twenty thousand for a couch? Do you think money grows on trees? Isn't sitting on the floor just the same?"
He then chose another couch, but he was still unhappy when he paid for it, although it only cost 1888 dollars.