Poison and Passion

Chapter 20

~~Arthur's PoV~~

I held her hand and helped her to get in the car.

I sat beside her meanwhile Rebecca sat opposite us.

Andrew and Paul will be following us in another car.

"Can you leave my hand?" my wife whispered to me. I let go of her hand immediately.

"What are you planning to get for yourself?" Rebecca asked her.

"I am not sure. I am very indecisive," she replied.

"My brother will help you. He should at least be helpful for tagging along." I stared at her. Her remarks are getting bolder.

"Shut up, Rebecca," I said, and she shut up. Better.

"Rebecca, what are you planning to get?" My wife asked her loudly, looking at me. She did it intentionally. She loves getting on my nerves.

"Everything that catches my eye," Rebecca said in a loud voice. Not her, too.

They began conversing loudly.

What is wrong with these women?

I ignored them.

I went through the items being auctioned today. I compared my product to others and checked out the competition for the products I was planning to bid for.

We reached the mall.

Andrew stood by the car door. He helped Rebecca get down.

I got down first and helped my wife.

We walked inside the mall.

I, my wife, and Rebecca entered a clothing store. Only Paul and Andrew followed us. The rest of my men scattered in all directions.

Rebecca randomly chose clothes without even trying them on. On the other hand, my wife did not even buy one dress.

She took a few dresses off the hanger, looked at them for a few good seconds, and then put them back.

Rebecca urged her to try them on, but she refused. But finally gave in after a lot of persuasion.

Rebecca selected a few dresses for her. We both sat outside the trial room while she was inside changing.

"How is it?" she asked me sliding the curtain. I just gave a nod of approval.

She rolled her eyes and didn't ask me again. She looked at Rebecca who showered her with praises.

She didn't even make eye contact with me anymore. They both pretended like I was invincible. They got busy with their trialling, and I got busy reviewing my files.

"Beautiful," Rebecca said and grabbed my attention. I looked at her and she had a look of admiration in her eyes. My gaze followed hers.

It was my wife, she wore a black cocktail dress. She indeed looked beautiful in it.

"We found your dress. You look stunning," Rebecca complimented her, and she blushed. She ignored me but I was willing to give a compliment this time.

"Let me get changed," she said, going back inside.

"No, stay in that dress," Rebecca stopped her, and she agreed.

We walked for a while in the mall. Rebecca was overshopping. I wonder if she will even wear half of those.

All the shopping bags were sent to the mansion.

They wasted hours going from one store to another. I was irritated, but they both were having fun.