Originally, she didn’t want any gift from Viola.
Everything was done in a forced manner. Beatrice hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the clothing stall outside the window and curled the corners of her mouth.
“I’m not used to the clothes in Clamore. I like the denim shirt. Sister-in-law, please give it to me.”
Clothes worth dozens of dollars were hanging outside, wrinkled.
There was a hint of surprise in Viola’s eyes and she looked at Harold helplessly for a moment.
“Harold, did I do something wrong? I really wanted to buy a gift for her. Did Beatrice think that I could only afford cheap goods? Otherwise, why did she humiliate me like this?”
Harold’s voice was unnaturally cold, but his expression softened somewhat.
He looked at Beatrice with a smile and whispered in her ear, “Just accept whatever I give you. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it. Don’t get angry. It’s not your turn to say no to something given by my woman.”
Yes.
I had known that Harold was always so domineering.
Once before, he took a female star home to spend the night.