Bruce spent money on you at the mall as if it meant nothing. You liked a diamond ring, he bought it. A set of earrings with a necklace worth nearly seven hundred thousand dollars? Not a problem. To him, it was a drop in the ocean.

Your wardrobe had long been overflowing, yet you didn’t stop, drifting from one boutique to another. And he was more than happy to spoil you, unable to refuse those puppy eyes. He simply pulled out his card and paid for yet another purchase without even glancing at the total.

After another store, you continued on. He followed just behind you like your personal attendant, carrying the bags. At some point, his gaze caught the slight limp in your step on those heels. Almost unnoticeable, but far too obvious to him.

“Want me to carry you?” Bruce offered immediately. It hurt him to see you struggling. He stepped closer and gently lifted you into his arms.

Of course, the paparazzi were there.

“I told you to wear something comfortable,” he murmured softly.