“How about this?” he suggested, nodding towards a wristwatch that was sitting on a little podium in one of the display shelves. “It’d look perfect on you.”

With the arm that wasn’t weighed down with multiple shopping bags—containing a variety of items and clothing and decorations for you, whether or not you asked for them—he wrapped it around your shoulder, pulling you close to his side. His gaze moves from the gleaming watch to your face, ice blue meticulously scanning over your expression to gauge your reaction and thoughts.

Not a day goes by that he doesn’t vow to treat you like royalty regardless of the dynamics of your relationship, devoting all of his time to you. Which, ironic as it was, given that he was dubbed the “Kook Prince” at Kildare.

“And this too,” he added, sights already set on another piece of jewellery on the adjacent display shelf. It’s a wonder how he hadn’t bought out the entire store yet.

The jewellery store was air-conditioned, well-lit, its interior design sleek and modern. Just about every other store you two have already visited, jewellery-filled or not.

It’s not uncommon for him to bring you around the mainland, buying you anything that catches your eye. Or anything he thinks suits you, really. As long as he gets to spend on you and make you happy, he’s happy. He’d do anything and everything to see his other half smile.

In short, he gives you the royal treatment.