Chapter 87 Frederick, Were You a Pervert?
Others might light up when praised, but for Frederick, it felt like a jab.
He looked downright miserable!
The cleaning staff didn't even dare to sweep near him, taking their brooms elsewhere.
People who were staring at him quickly lowered their heads and looked away.
Frederick walked into the supermarket with a scowl.
He hadn't set foot in a supermarket in years, and the bustling scene inside made him frown even more.
He preferred peace and quiet, not this chaos.
But to stick with Isabella, he put up with it.
He mimicked Isabella by pushing a shopping cart, grabbing whatever she grabbed.
Isabella went to the fruit section and picked up bananas and durians, so he did the same.
Just the smell of durian made him a bit queasy.
But despite the nausea, he sucked it up and tossed a big one into his cart.
Isabella moved to the vegetable section, and he followed.
Isabella picked out cabbage, so did he.
Isabella bought broccoli, so did he.
Isabella then headed to the seasoning section, and he trailed behind.
After a while, Isabella felt something was off, like she was being watched.
But every time she turned around, she saw no one suspicious.
It was the other shoppers who kept glancing at her.
She even started to wonder if there was something on her.
In reality, people weren't looking at her; they were gawking at Frederick.
He was too handsome, had a great build, and an aura that was hard to ignore!
Plus, Frederick's behavior was super weird. He kept tailing the pretty woman in front, buying whatever she bought.
It was the first time anyone had seen someone shop like this, very odd.
If you thought he knew the woman, he just followed without talking to her.
If you thought he didn't know her, why did he buy everything she bought?
Even when she went to the personal care section to buy sanitary pads, he followed.
The female sales clerk selling sanitary pads couldn't help but quietly ask Isabella, "Miss, is that your husband? Are you two having a fight?"
"Huh?" Isabella was puzzled.
The clerk added, "Don't be embarrassed, it's normal for couples to fight. Don't take it too seriously. Especially since your husband is so handsome! Didn't you notice that ever since he came in, a bunch of women have been staring at him? If you break up with him today, someone will confess to him on the spot. You're really pretty too, but finding a guy that good-looking isn't easy! I've lived for over thirty years, and I've never seen anyone that handsome. Miss, you're really lucky."
Isabella was stunned. What husband? What fight?
She quickly turned around but saw no one. "There's no one following me. You must be mistaken."
"No mistake, everyone saw it. He's been following you, buying whatever you buy. Now he's hiding behind the shelves, probably wanting to apologize but feeling shy."
Isabella frowned, said goodbye to the sales clerk, and pushed her cart to the other end of the shelf.
Only then did Frederick come out.
Not seeing Isabella, he also frowned.
He walked to where Isabella had been standing, grabbed a few packs of something without looking, and tossed them in his cart.
The sales clerk couldn't help but chat him up, "Hey, Sir, buying for your wife? Trying to make up after a fight? I can tell you're a good man. Let me help you! I'm telling you, don't buy this one, buy this one! It's the best-selling one in the supermarket right now. It's a bit more expensive, but it's worth it. Your wife is so pretty, only this one suits her. Trust me, buy this one!"
The sales clerk wanted to push more products, but Frederick was only interested in matching Isabella's choices.
Seeing she couldn't convince him, the sales clerk just tossed a few more packs into his cart.
Frederick didn't bother explaining his relationship with Isabella. After grabbing the sanitary pads, he went to find her.
Looking up, he spotted Isabella at the end of the aisle!
No need to search; she was right there!
Seeing Isabella's angry face, Frederick felt like he'd been caught red-handed. He frowned and froze, unsure of what to do.
Isabella was livid!
Even though Frederick was wearing a mask and sunglasses, she recognized him instantly!
She thought, 'Damn it! How dare he follow me!'
Isabella pushed her cart over, fuming.
Seeing this, Frederick had an urge to run.
But his male pride kept him rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.
Isabella approached, saw that his cart had the same items as hers, and got even angrier. She rammed her cart into his. "What are you doing?"
Frederick frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Why are you following me?"
"I'm not following you!"
"Then why do you have the exact same stuff as me?"
"It's none of your business. I can buy whatever I want. I haven't complained about you buying the same things as me."
"Are you a pervert?!"
Frederick's face darkened. "Watch your mouth!"
"After the way you're acting today, you want me to watch my mouth? Can you deny that you bought these things because you followed me?"
Frederick's face darkened, stubbornly refusing to admit it. "No!"
"Not admitting, huh? Then tell me, why did you buy the same sanitary pads as me?"
"Is there a rule that only you can buy them?"
"I mean, I buy sanitary pads for my use. Why did you buy them?"
"I use them."
Isabella was stunned, momentarily speechless.
Frederick, thinking he had the upper hand, said, "Just because you use them, I can't? Mind your own business."
Frederick then grabbed a few more packs from the shelf and put them in his cart. "I've always used this brand."
He finished, giving Isabella a mocking look.
Isabella was dumbfounded, forgetting her anger, looking at him in disbelief. "How can a man like you use these?"
"Who says only women can use them?"
"This is a feminine product!"
Frederick's face darkened, quickly taking another look.
He had been so focused on following Isabella that he hadn't noticed what it was, thinking it was toilet paper.
"Are you a pervert?" Isabella repeated.
Frederick gritted his teeth, knowing he lost this round, unable to retort. He could only put the sanitary pads back on the shelf, saying coldly, "Took the wrong one. I always use this brand of tissues."
"Liar! This brand only makes sanitary pads, not tissues! You still dare say you weren't following me! If you're a man, admit it! Don't make me look down on you!" Isabella snapped.
Frederick felt extremely embarrassed!
Seeing a crowd watching them, he abandoned his cart and dragged Isabella to another shelf.
This shelf sold bedding, like down comforters and quilts, and was empty.
Isabella struggled. "Let go of me! Let go!"
Frederick pulled her in and, to prevent her from escaping, pinned her against the shelf.
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