"What... Is going on?"
Yvonne Taylor was dumbfounded as she stared at the long queue of shopping bags on the ground.
Meanwhile, Zachary Leinster was still standing in front of the counter with a black card in his hand. All the store counters was still busy packing clothes, though the shopping bags on the ground had been lined up.
"You, you, you, what are you doing?"
"Hmm?"
Zachary had just finished paying and was looking at Yvonne with gentle eyes.
"Didn't you say that you were satisfied with them? So I bought them all."
"I didn't ask you to buy them," Yvonne was anxious, "and even if you buy them for me, where should I store them? My dad will scold me to death."
She dared not to accept Zachary's gifts, or Frank would be angrier.
"You can store them in my house for the time being and change clothes there every day you left home." The man said with a smile.
"You big liar!"
Yvonne knew his intention.
