To your pampering
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Reneé and Killian left together in the evening near six o'clock. However, instead of going straight to meet his father to the restaurant, Killian asked her to drive to a luxurious brand store.
"You want to buy something for your Dad?" Reneé asked him.
"No. We are here to shop for you," Killian said and stepped out of the car.
"For me? Why?" Reneé quickly followed him and found he had already walked into the store. She greeted the staff, which gathered to assist them.
"Please show some elegant dinner dresses for this lady," Killian requested. He didn't reveal to them that she was his wife as he found it irrelevant.
"Miss, please come this way," one of the staffs said.
Reneé didn't argue with him since she knew he would not even bother listening to her. She quietly followed the staff employee and was given a dress. "Please change into it," the staff employee told her.
Reneé went to the changing room to change. As she pushed away the curtains after changing, she found Killian on a chair before her but a few feet away.
"I don't like it," Killian said immediately, glancing the staff lady to give another dress to Reneé.
"But it's so soft. Even the design is–" Reneé's words were cut off in the middle.
"Do what you are told!" Killian said coldly.
Reneé went back to the changing room, and the curtains were closed. She kept changing into one dress after the other, but Killian would not like any single dress. Tired, she finally wore the white tiered square neckline A-line dress.
"You didn't like this too!? Give me another," Reneé said to the same lady with a tired look on her face.
"It's elegant," Killian pronounced as he rose from his seat.
Reneé's eyes widened to hear his response. Finally, this machine-looking guy found a dress good. "That's good to hear," she murmured and stepped forward to him. Her heel twisted and a cry escaped her mouth as she was going to meet the floor. A horrifying expression covered her face, but then Killian caught her.
Her face landed straight on his chest, her lips pressing on his shirt. That was one embarrassing moment for Reneé.
The employees in the store smiled in their own.
Reneé moved back. "Sorry," she apologized instantly. She didn't saw that her lipstick was smeared on Killian's shirt, nor he noticed.
"We will take this dress. Also, I want a matching pair of heels with this," Killian told the lady.
"Could you please come this way because our heels collection is on this side?" The lady humbly asked him.
"Hmm." Killian gazed at Reneé and they both followed that lady. As she sat on a chaise, Killian wandered his eyes over the shelves.
"Give me that one," Killian pointed to his left.
The heel was presented to him immediately and he took it. Getting on his knees, he touched Renee's right feet and she jolted.
"I will do it," Reneé said, feeling absurdly strange. The CEO of such a big company was on his knees just to make her wear the heels. What could be more shocking than that?
Killian fixed the strap of the pointed toe heel on the right one and did the same to the left foot. Reneé stood up while Killian kept his eyes on her heels.
"That looks perfect," he said.
The bill was prepared and Reneé ended up seeing it.
"Thirty thousand dollars!" A gasp escaped her mouth and she grabbed Killian's hand, which had his black card. She moved close to his ear and whispered, "I don't think you should pay this high. I know better shops in the other side. Let's buy from there."
"Stay quiet," Killian snapped at her and gave the card to the lady at the billing counter.
Reneé felt upset because she didn't like wasting such a huge amount on dresses and heels.
"You are Killian Morrison's wife, so this much is nothing," he pronounced, declaring in the store about their relationship.
"Here, your card, Sir," the person returned the black card to him.
Killian held Renee's held and the two made their way out.
"Even if we are married by a contract, you shouldn't spend this high amount on me," Reneé said after fastening her seatbelt.
"Why?" Killian started the car's engine.
"Because it may spoil me," Reneé replied and their eyes met. "Money spoil the humans. I don't want to get attached to your money, to your pampering. After the contract period of the marriage will be over, I have to leave you. If I get attached, then it will be difficult for me."
"Enjoy all this as if this is your last day," Killian countered.
Reneé stopped blinking to hear that.
"It's not wrong to be spoiled. And buying a good dress was necessary for this meeting. My grandpa started his business with a clothing brand. He knows the fabric just by looking at it. So, if you have worn something cheaper, he would have definitely questioned our relationship," Killian explained.
Reneé hummed and shifted back in her seat. Killian drove the car out of the driveway .
It took them less than thirty minutes to reach this medieval style restuarant, which was bathed in golden lights inside.
"Handle it well, Reneé. There should not be any mistake," Killian warned her.
"Don't worry," Reneé said and hooked her arm with his. They went straight to the table, where Killian's grandfather was already waiting for them.
"Good evening, Grandpa!" Killian greeted Arthur Morrison.
Arthur, who was on the phone, lifted his head and put it down. A smile formed on his lips as Killian hugged him and he patted his son's back.
"Have a seat, you two," Arthur said, gesturing toward the chair.
"This is my wife, Reneé Findlay Morrison," Killian introduced them.
"Good evening, Grandpa. It's a pleasure to meet you," Reneé said politely.
"That's a beautiful name. Reneé!" Arthur said, smiling.
The waiter came and wrote down their orders before leaving.
'Why do I feel I've to answer lots of questions,' Reneé thought to herself, feeling nervous.
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