"..."
Waldor Jones was momentarily out of breath, feeling like he was about to be driven to the point of spitting blood, but he forcefully swallowed his frustration, after all, he planned to pursue her daughter, the goddess in his heart...
He had a fawning smile on his face, "Auntie Lacey, you're exaggerating. Shopping with you is my honor. Whether spiritually or materially, I thoroughly enjoy it."
"Since you say you enjoy it, I can't let you spend money for nothing. I won't take any of these; they're all yours."
Ella Lacey instructed him, "Quick, put them in the car trunk, we'll go to the hotel where you're staying together."
"Auntie Lacey, this isn't quite right... all these things are women's goods, I, as a man, have no use for them," Waldor stood in place.
"Silly child, you can give them to your girlfriend," Ella Lacey laughed heartily, "Don't just stand there, quickly put them in the car."
"...Oh..."
