When Xiao Mei had made that little “agreement” with Noah Steele earlier, she hadn’t been entirely innocent.
She knew very well what would happen when she went shopping with him.
The looks.
The stares.
The judgmental glances from strangers.
One or two wouldn’t matter. Noah could ignore those easily.
But an entire street?
She was certain he’d crack eventually.
All she needed was for him to release even a hint of that calm, elegant aura he usually carried. The moment he did, she’d have her excuse—he broke his promise, hurt her fragile heart, and therefore owed her compensation.
And by “compensation,” she meant a long list of extremely unfair demands.
Perfect plan.
Unfortunately, Xiao Mei had severely underestimated Noah Steele’s tolerance.
He walked calmly through the crowd, unfaz
