There was a hint of surprise in Viola’s eyes and she looked at Harold helplessly for a moment.
“Harold, did I do something wrong? I really wanted to buy a gift for her. Did Beatrice think that I could only afford cheap goods? Otherwise, why did she humiliate me like this?”
Harold’s voice was unnaturally cold, but his expression softened somewhat.
He looked at Beatrice with a smile and whispered in her ear, “Just accept whatever I give you. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it. Don’t get angry. It’s not your turn to say no to something given by my woman.”
Yes.
I had known that Harold was always so domineering.
Once before, he took a female star home to spend the night.
Beatrice was so angry that she poured milk on the dress worth hundreds of thousands of dollars given by the brand and also slapped the female star.
The next day, she received a lawyer’s letter from the agency.
But Harold tore it up directly and in order to calm the matter down, he gave away several million dollars.
The female star refused to accept.
What did he say at that time? Oh, “It’s not your turn to say no to what my Dolton Family does and what they give away.”
The boomerang from a few years ago turned in the air and finally pierced into Beatrice’s heart again.
Apart from a wry smile, she didn’t dare show any emotion.
Viola was a person who could read people’s expressions. She smiled and stretched out her hand, asking as a matter of course.
“Beatrice, I gave you a gift. Now, do you have to give me a gift in return? Otherwise, it would be very rude.”
After she finished speaking, Beatrice raised her eyes and looked at Harold.
There was only indifference in the man’s eyes and that look was clearly warning her not to embarrass herself.
Beatrice’s heart trembled and she carefully took out a round fan that she had sewn by herself from her backpack.
This was a wedding gift for them.
In order to make this round fan, she stayed up all night for several days and her hands were pricked by needles with several small and medium-sized holes.
Viola was stunned at first, then she pursed her lips, looking aggrieved.
“Harold, look at her. She’s trying to fool me with this little thing. It’s only worth a few hundred bucks at a street stall.”
Just as she was about to take it, Harold got there first and knocked her to the ground.
He looked at Beatrice with a half-smile, with undisguised mockery and sarcasm in his eyes.