Holly Winslow: "..."
The salesperson nodded and enthusiastically pointed to the most popular model in the store. "This is our newest design, completely handmade. You two can take a look."
"The embroidery on it won't scratch you, and it's very comfortable to lie on. The color is also very vibrant."
That scoundrel Mortimer Quincy reached out to touch it, then seemed to nod in satisfaction.
Holly Winslow stared at the 9,999-yuan price tag. "..."
She waved her hands in refusal. "No, thank you. We're just looking."
She grabbed Mortimer's hand and quickly walked out. Once they were outside, she scolded him irritably, "Do you think this is your first marriage? Why would you need a bright red duvet cover?"
Her voice must have been too loud, because a passerby who heard the two words "first marriage" shot them a shocked look.
The person's gaze finally landed on Mortimer, an expression that seemed to say he'd gotten divorced at such a young age.
