Why is my wife unhappy?

Gaston was stunned, then he frowned and his face sank. “Why can't you sell it to us?”

“Our Madam ordered us not to sell anything for you no matter how much you paid" The Salesgirl looked at him innocently.

Another Salesgirl was tidying up the clothes they had just bought. He took them out of the packing bag and hung them back into the shop window.

Seeing this, Judy's expression was extremely bitter. She felt so embarrassed and ashamed. As she said, “Gaston dear, is this the doing of my sister? We only helped her with good intentions, how could she… You still said that you understood her well and that she wouldn't do such a thing.

But if she didn't know a powerful person, how could she have such authority? Gaston dear, it's not that I want to badmouth my sister, but Kyle is still in the hospital, she has been jobless for a while, and you have just broken up with her. Her finances must be very tight right now. She's short of money now…”
Judy stopped here.

Gaston pursed his lips tightly, his face gloomy.

***
After stepping out of the women's clothing store, I wasn't in the mood to continue shopping.

“Mrs. Clinton, are we finished with shopping?” my driver asked respectfully.

I shook my head. What an unlucky day it had been, running into Judy and Gaston. I was thoroughly disgusted by both of them and those shop assistants. My appetite had completely vanished.

Just then, my phone rang. Glancing at the screen, I saw it was Enzo calling.

I had just saved his number in my contacts, and seeing his name appear made my heart skip a beat.

“Hello,” I answered.

Enzo's deep, magnetic voice came through. “Are you still out shopping?”

“No,” I sighed, unable to hide my frustration.

“What's wrong? You sound moody,” Enzo observed.

“It's nothing,” I replied curtly.

Enzo continued, “It seems like the mall manager should be fired. Manager Harper seems unreliable. If he can't make my wife happy, what's the point of keeping him?”

I was surprised by his comment. “Why do you want to fire Manager Harper?”

“He doesn't seem competent,” Enzo stated coolly. “And you're still moody after shopping.”

I felt my face flush with embarrassment. “Um, it's not because of Manager Harper. He handled things well. I'm not dissatisfied. Actually, I had him fire some incompetent employees.”

“Then why are you still moody?” Enzo pressed.

“Maybe I'm hungry,” I quickly improvised, not wanting Enzo to think I was upset over something trivial.

I heard a soft chuckle from him. “I see. I've had a busy day myself. I'll try to finish up and come home soon to keep you company.”

I coughed awkwardly. “No, that's not necessary. I mean, I...”

“I'm already on my way,” Enzo smoothly interrupted. “Shall I come find you or...?”

“I'll come to you,” I decided hastily. “I'll head down right away.”

I knew Enzo's good looks would attract attention if he came up to fetch me. Staying low-key seemed like the better option.
I headed towards where I knew Enzo would be waiting.
**
Minutes later, a sleek black Bentley pulled up, its headlights cutting through the dimness of the underground parking lot. As I approached, the door swung open, revealing Enzo seated inside with a laptop in hand. He reclined casually, his gaze fixed on me as I neared the car.

We locked eyes.

His were deep, like green pools reflecting my silhouette.

Inside the car, warm light softened his sharp features, making him look surprisingly gentle.

My heart skipped a beat.

After a moment, he broke the silence. "Why are you still standing there? Come in."

"Uh, yes," I stammered nervously, feeling an inexplicable fear of him.

Taking a deep breath, I touched my warm cheek and slid into the car, the door shutting behind me.

The car smelled faintly of mint and butter, a pleasant change from the usual strong perfumes.

My heart raced. I could feel his eyes on me the moment I sat down.

He looked at me openly. I squirmed uncomfortably, suddenly feeling the air conditioning wasn't enough. One moment, I wanted to be close to him; the next, I wanted to retreat.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, his deep, captivating voice filled the car. "Why didn't you buy anything? Did Rogers give you the card?"

"Um, yes, he gave me the card."

The mention of the card reminded me I needed to return it.

"Why didn't you buy anything then? Didn't you find something you liked?" Enzo frowned, clearly disappointed I hadn't spent any of his money.

I fell silent, pulling out the black card from my bag and handing it to him. "Enzo, I'm returning this to you. There's a lot of money on it, and I don't think I deserve such extravagance."

Enzo's frown deepened. "Alice, what do you mean?" His expression darkened, and I grew even more uneasy.

I wasn't usually timid, but his presence was overwhelming. I nervously swallowed. "Enzo, even though we're married now, I need time to adjust to this relationship. I hope you can understand."

"What do you need time for? To spend my money?" His voice turned sharp.

"Listen, Alice Lewiston," he continued, his tone cutting. "I earn this money for my family and the woman I love... Did you refuse Gaston's money too?"

I froze. Of course, Gaston hadn't given me money before; he'd only bought things for me.

"I... I don't want to spend so lavishly if I have all this money," I stammered, trying to defuse the tension.

"Alice, you don't need to worry about spending my money. Spend it however you like... Or should I hire someone to teach you how to spend money?"

I stared at him incredulously.

Enzo Clinton, are you serious...