Beauty turned and pulled Lucas into a secluded corner, pressing her rosy lips together.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she whispered, "I do like it, but the price is just outrageous!
A sofa and coffee table set for over a million?
I'd feel guilty just sitting on something that expensive."
Lucas rested his chin on one hand, his dark doe eyes burning with amusement as he gazed at her.
"Who knew my wife was such a penny-pincher?
This sofa is a drop in the bucket for me.
Unlike you with your modest salary, I make enough in a single day to buy this entire mall.
Do you really think I care about the price?
If you've got the means, why not enjoy the best, right?"
Beauty felt like she was being brainwashed.
Then again, it was his money, not hers—what right did she have to object to?
With a huff and a stomp of her foot, she relented.
"Fine… let's get it!
After all, you're the diamond king with more money than you could ever burn."
