“I don’t know much about women’s stuff. Why don’t youe with me to check it out?”

Rachel hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Sure.”

She followed Tyler into the mall and paid attention to his gait. When she saw that he was walking perfectly fine, she inwardly heaved a sigh of relief.

When Tyler first got injured, she was very worried that he might end up disabled. She even prepared

herself for the possibility of taking care of him for the rest of his life.

She knew how proud a man he was. How could he ept a disability in his bodyb? /b

Rachel never told anyone about it, but she had been on tenterhooks the entire time. She was also worried about putting pressure on Tyler.

When they entered the mall, Tyler’s gazended on the shops on his left and right, a jewelry shop and a

shop of a well–known perfume brand.

He asked Rachel, “What shall we get?”

Rachel analyzed the situation seriously.

“What kind ofdy is your customer? Is she an intellectual or a demuredy? Does she dress in an alluring or professional style? Is she radiant and poised, or cute and adorable?”

Tyler was bbergasted by the range of options Rachel presented to him. “Is there a difference?”

“Of course there is! Different kinds of women prefer different things. For example, women who dress

more professionally wouldn’t like jewelry. Demuredies, however, enjoy donning themselves with

essories.”

Tyler stood stock–still as he pondered the question before replying to Rachel in all seriousness, “I’d describe her as apetent and capable woman. She’s probably professional in style, though sometimes

people might see her as poised and elegant.”

His description only served to confuse Rachel further. She was worried that Tyler’s gift might end up backfiring on him.

An idea popped into her mind. “Do you have a photo of her?”

Tyler pondered for a moment before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I have her on my messaging app.

He clicked on her profile picture and handed it to Rachel, who nced cursorily at their chat history.

To her surprise, the woman would text Tyler good morning every day and even report to him her daily schedule. Tyler, on the other hand, only selectively replied to work–rted texts.

She clicked on her profile picture.

The woman had long, straight hair, looking very radiant and poised. Rachel couldn’t quite sense her

dewy, and her face was an unforgettable sight.

Tyler had been staring at Rachel the moment she took his phone. Seeing her fall silent, he bent over and looked into her eyes.

His voice was low and slightly hoarse. “So, got anything?”

Rachel snapped back to attention at his words. “Yeah. Let’s get her perfume. I think a woman like her would already have plenty of jewelry.”

“Whatever you say. Let’s grab some perfume.”

Tyler and Rachel stepped into the perfume shop. The saledy in the shop surveyed Tyler from head to

toe and knew at once that he was no ordinary man. She weed him enthusiastically, “Sir, madam,

how may I help you? Our perfume collections are all very well–known. Everyone who buys a bottlees

back for more.”

Tyler asked, “Do you have any rmendations?”

The saledy nced at Rachel standing next to Tyler. “Are you getting a bottle for your girlfriend, sir?”

Tyler looked cursorily at Rachel before retracting his gaze.

“No. It’s for another woman.”