Chapter 273 Sleeping on the Couch in the Middle of the Night
Fiorello wasn't about to let ten dollars go to waste.
As a businessman, he wasn’t one to make unprofitable deals. With the nine rings left in his hand, each one he threw landed perfectly around a stuffed toy.
All kinds of stuffed toys, each one was a sure hit.
The stall owner was dumbfounded, realizing just how much he had lost.
Maggie, on the other hand, was ecstatic, holding these stuffed toys in her hands, making the kids around them green with envy.
There were too many stuffed toys to carry, so Maggie gave some to the kids, who were thrilled.
Maggie kept only one, intending to give it to Adalia when they got back.
After Fiorello threw the last ring, the stall owner said, "It's a good thing you only bought ten rings. Otherwise, I'd be broke. Impressive."
Fiorello smiled calmly. "Thanks."
The owner, trying to lighten the mood, joked, "You weren't just throwing rings; you were stocking up."
Everyone burst into laughter at that.
Maggie laughed so hard her stomach hurt. Fiorello looked at the owner and said, "You're a savvy businessman. I'm sure you'll be very successful soon."
The owner's attitude and smooth way of handling things showed he was destined for great things.
The owner clasped his hands together. "Thanks."
After finishing with the ring toss game, Maggie and Fiorello continued walking. The town was bustling with all sorts of food and fun activities.
Maggie got hungry again and bought two cups of coffee. They strolled around, checking out the trinkets at the stalls.
When they reached a stall selling small accessories, Maggie couldn't help but remember her days of running a street stall. She picked up a pair of cherry earrings and asked, "How much for these?"
The stall owner, a young woman about Maggie's age, sweetly said, "You have great taste! These cherry earrings are beautiful, just fifteen dollars a pair. Want me to wrap them up for you?"
Amused, Maggie glanced at Fiorello and whispered, "This is even better than your sales pitch."
Back when Fiorello helped sell accessories, he had a way with words, too.
"If you like them, buy them," Fiorello said, paying for the earrings.
Maggie asked, "I thought you were out of money?"
"This is my secret stash, saved just to buy you gifts."
When it came to buying gifts for Maggie, Fiorello would pay. Maggie would pay for food, drinks, and fun.
In short, his money was spent on her, and her money was spent on both of them and their home.
Maggie laughed, and the stall girl complimented, "Sir, you really love your wife."
Fiorello paid for the cherry earrings and personally put them on Maggie.
The red cherries made Maggie look even more gentle and beautiful.
Maggie swayed the earrings and asked, "Do they look good?"
Fiorello praised, "My wife is beautiful, so everything looks good on her."
Maggie was delighted. They walked from one end of the street to the other. When she got tired, he squatted down and patted his shoulder. "Hop on."
Maggie smiled and climbed onto his back, holding his shoulder with one hand and the stuffed toy with the other. They walked through the streets of Sunshine Bay City, relaxed and carefree.
William and a few bodyguards followed them the whole way. They had never seen Fiorello pamper a woman like this before.
He was practically granting her every wish.
Back at the hotel, Maggie rewarded Fiorello with a kiss on the cheek. "I love you," she said, feeling genuinely happy.
She was genuinely happy, feeling like she was bubbling with joy, and the words came out naturally.
It was the first time Maggie had clearly said those three words, and Fiorello's emotions were in turmoil.
Fiorello grabbed her waist and passionately kissed her back. "I love you, Maggie."
His kiss was tender and lingering.
But as the kiss deepened, Fiorello’s hands started to wander. Maggie playfully pushed him away, laughing, "You didn’t get the rabbit, so you’re sleeping on the couch tonight. That last ring fell to the ground, so it doesn’t count."
He tickled her waist, making her laugh.
In a deep voice, he said, "Honey, you're even better at cheating than that stall owner. I did catch it halfway. How about this: I'll sleep in the bed for the first half of the night and on the couch for the second half."
She laughed. "Fiorello, you're the one cheating."
"If that doesn't work, then let's both sleep on the couch."
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