Keep you in my arms

Chapter 111 What Are You Doing !

Edward took her to the shoe shop first. Standing at the glass counter, she looked at the shining silver high heels and be deeply attracted. The shoes were hidden in the snow-white dress. Even if they were invisible, they could make the person who wore them more confident. Although Angela also thought the high heels were very beautiful, she thought it would be good to appreciate them as a piece of art when she thought about the feeling of her feet if she wore them on.

Seeing that she stared at the shoes for dozens of seconds and then looked at other shoes. Edward looked at her silently by standing next to her. The saleslady stood aside respectfully. Every time Angela looked at a pair of shoes, she would explain it to her in detail. Such as the most popular this year... What kind of star is the same style! What was the design of a famous designer.

Angela walked around and then sat on the sofa. She was a little tired and said, "how about you choose for me? Anyway, the high-heeled shoes are all the same to me, and the dress should be long enough to make it invisible."

She didn't have much rest last night, so she felt very tired after a walk.

He still remembered when he took Hilda went shopping, Hilda was desperately happy. How could Angela feel so painful now? He recalled the shoes she had just looked at. Then he pointed at those shoes and said to shopping guide, "bring these four pairs of shoes and let her give a try."

"Okay, which size do you want?"

Sitting next to her, she was about to remind the saleslady of the size. "36 yards," said Edward.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

"How do you know my size?"

"I guessed." He sat beside her.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

How could Angela remember that he had held her feet when they were making out? But her question reminded him of their past good time. Thinking of that night, he vaguely felt a little desire inside his body.

It had been almost four months, but he hadn't made any progress so far.

When Edward couldn't stand it, Angela touched his hand. The sofa was a little crowded and they sat very close to each other. It was summer and she was wearing a sleeveless dress. He rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt and the two people's hands rubbed.

His coldness touched her warmth, and his whole body stiffened. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at her. Her fair face, sexy collarbone, and her faint hook...

"I need to go to the bathroom." He suddenly stood up.

Angela was looking for something in her bag with her head down, but she raised her head because of his action. She felt that he was a little strange. The air here was so cold. Why did he seem to be sweating?

"Are you feel hot?"

"Yes." He was far than just feel hot. He was about to explode.

Without saying anything more, Edward strode towards the bathroom. As soon as he entered the bathroom, he turned on the tap and used cold water to cool down the restlessness of his body.

After a long while, he still felt that it didn't work. He roared in his heart, "Damn it!". He used cold water for more than ten minutes before he slowly returned to normal.

When he walked back to the shop, he heard Angela shrink back and screamed before he entered, "Ah..."

Hearing the pain in her voice, he quickly trotted over. Seeing her foot, he understood immediately. He squatted down and lifted her foot to check the wound. He reproached angrily, "Why are you so careless?"

The injury on Angela's foot was caused by diarrhea, but it didn't fall off naturally. When the waitress helped her put on the shoes, the soles of her shoes were accidentally rubbed and a little scar was torn open. Only when the flesh and skin were separated a little or suddenly did Angela subconsciously withdraw her feet and scream.

Edward had already a kind of deterrence even when he was not angry. If he was angry, the timid would really cry.

"Sorry, sorry..." The waitress was frightened by his push. She took a few steps back, stood aside with her head lowered down deeply and apologized desperately.

"Nothing... I have forgotten that there are still injuries. It's normal that she doesn't notice them!" It hurt instantly when the wound was torn, and now it was just a faint pain. She asked, "do you have band aids here?"

"Yes!" Another waitress replied in a hurry. She found one in her bag and handed it to Angela respectfully.

Edward held her foot and checked it carefully. He was a little relieved when he found that there was nothing serious with the scar.

Angela handed the band aid to him, he took it and put it on her wound skillfully.

He stood up and turned to the waitress. The waitress who accidentally tore her wound just now was frightened to tremble by his cold eyes. Seeing this, Angela pulled his hand and said, "Edward, I want this pair of shoes."

"Okay!" He looked away. The waitress smiled gratefully at Angela, who responded with a smile and said to Edward, "it doesn't hurt at all."

How could it not hurt since the skin and flesh were separated? Besides, she was not a delicate woman. How could she scream if it didn't hurt?

"If you feel pain, just tell me."

"Okay!" She nodded.

Angela was still putting on her shoes on the sofa. The waitress poured her some water and put it on the tea table. She smiled cautiously, "is that gentleman your husband? He's so sweet to you! I accidentally hurt your wound just now. He is so nervous."

Thinking of his murderous eyes, Angela felt warm in her heart. In fact, the injury was not a big deal. It just hurt a little. But she deliberately smiled and said, "he is just afraid that if my feet will not recover. I can't go on a business trip with him."

"You are too modest! It's hard for a man to be so considerate after he gets married with you!"

"What? He is not my husband."

"Is he your boyfriend?"

She was about to refuse, but stopped. If they are not in a relationship, wouldn't it be strange for two people to buy things together? Moreover, Edward really behaved like her boyfriend. After thinking for a while, she thought it was unnecessary to explain to a stranger, so she just smiled.

The waitress continued, "once, my boyfriend bought me a pair of shoes. Because I didn't live with him, I wondered how he knew the yard number. He told me that during our trip he measured my shoes

secretly when I fell asleep at night. I just heard that you were wondering how your boyfriend knew your size. I think he should know the method too."

The waitress seemed to be lost in her memory and said happily. On the other hand, Angela's face turned red and she took a look at Edward.

At this time, Edward had paid and came back. Angela stood up in her new high heels. When he saw her stand up, he got closer and closer to her, until there was only a punch between them.

Originally, she was not as high as his shoulder. After putting on the high-heeled shoes, when he approached her, her head just touched his chin.

"What are you doing? !" She tried to escape, but her arms were firmly grasped by him.