30 Days of Passion and Revenge-Chapter 90: A Day of Shopping

"You haven’t had many cookies," Lily said, opening the cookie box and quietly watching Ethan. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, and she appeared a bit fearful.

This woman came down to offer him cookies?

Just delivering cookies, why should her shoulders be trembling? He’s not a monster.

"Are you afraid I’ll hit you?!" Ethan squinted his narrow eyes in displeasure.

When she obediently listened to him and didn’t provoke him, had he ever really been harsh with her?

Lily didn’t answer, only giving a faint smile as she extended the cookie box. "Want more?"

Ethan fixed his gaze on her pale face, glancing down at the cookie box she held, and suddenly, all his anger seemed to vanish.

"Let’s go out to eat." Ethan wrapped an arm around her shoulder and headed outside.

Though his tone remained dark, it was far better than before.

She seemed not to sense his murderous intent as much anymore.

His earlier demeanor had indeed been a bit frightening.

It wasn’t her first time sensing his coldness, but it grew heavier each time. The way he had just drawn his gun was genuinely intimidating.

Sitting upright on a bench in the castle garden, Lily was poised while Ethan lay back in her lap, eating the cookies she fed him. A gentle breeze added to their comfort.

After putting the last piece of cookie in his mouth, Lily set the empty cookie box aside. "We’re done."

"Lily, let’s go back to the home country." Ethan suddenly said, reclining on her lap, his voice deep.

They had just arrived in Denmark for the first day, and he was already planning to return.

Was it because his second brother had come by today?

"Okay, whatever you say." Lily nodded obediently. After all, she wasn’t fond of staying abroad.

"Such a good girl?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, casually resting his hand on her slender arm across his chest. "You don’t want to treat your illness anymore?"

She hadn’t even said she wanted to treat it.

From beginning to end, it was all his decision; had he ever asked for her opinion?

"Gastric issues are hard to heal anyway; just pay attention to your diet," Lily said indifferently.

"Tomorrow, we will buy all the medical equipment and specialists from Charité Hospital back home."

Do doctors get bought, too?

Ethan stared intently ahead, his grip on her wrist becoming increasingly tight. The chain that had bound her during their trip to Europe was momentarily kept away from her, but his hold felt more restrained than a handcuff.

It hurt her wrist.

Looking at his cold and sad face, was he still thinking about his brother’s visit earlier?

Lily hesitated, opening her mouth, "Actually..."

"What?" Ethan suddenly turned his gaze to her. His dark eyes emitted a captivating light.

"...Nothing."

Forget it; she was just a mistress; what was she doing meddling in his family affairs?

Staying out of trouble is the best policy

No need to ask what doesn’t concern her.

However, his state of lost thought made it seem that he didn’t even notice how tightly he was gripping her wrist.

Lily attempted to pull her wrist free, but he grasped it tighter.

If he kept this up, her arm was going to give out.

"Ethan, you’re hurting my hand," Lily spoke helplessly.

Ethan’s expression faltered, loosening his grip. On her wrist remained a faint mark where he had held it, and his handsome brow furrowed as he snapped, "Why didn’t you say so earlier?!"

Did she need him to almost break her wrist before speaking up?!

"..." He dared to talk to her like this after hurting her?!

Lily sat silently, massaging her wrist without saying another word.

Ethan suddenly sat up from the bench, "Come on, let’s take a walk."

"But it’s getting late," Lily exclaimed in surprise.

"We’re going back home tomorrow."

Ethan was a man of decisive action. His arrival in Europe was as quick as his decision to return home the next day.

Were they going to sit on a plane and play around? 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Copenhagen is a beautiful city in Denmark, and Denmark itself is renowned as a fairy tale kingdom.

Ethan drove a convertible Lamborghini as they zoomed down the road, a line of bodyguard cars following closely behind them, all in convertible sports cars.

As they hit the streets, their row of cars immediately became the center of attention, with blonde-haired, blue-eyed people occasionally casting glances.

"Do they have to follow us? I won’t run away." Lily glanced at the convoy behind them and couldn’t help but speak up, feeling somewhat sullen.

She hated the feeling of being gawked at like a monkey by passersby.

"This is Europe, not our home city," Ethan said coldly.

"Is there a difference? Isn’t this still the Blackwood family’s territory in Europe?"

Ethan glanced at her but said nothing. Suddenly, he parked the car and took her hand, walking down the street with a group of black-clad bodyguards following behind them.

The streets of Copenhagen were lively, the architecture blending a sense of vintage with modernity.

There were many street performers, a variety of them, including locals and student bands, as well as dark-skinned American Indians playing instruments, one carrying a large beast bone on his back.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had enjoyed shopping.

It would be a pity not to appreciate it properly in a beautiful city like Copenhagen.

Lily set aside all her worries and enjoyed wandering around such a city.

Danish sandwiches were particularly famous, so Lily intentionally bought one to try and curiously asked Ethan, who had a stern face beside her, "Just one? Aren’t you going to eat?"

Ethan shot her a glare and turned to leave, leaving behind a cold voice, "I’m full from the cookies."

Lily was surprised as she watched Ethan awkwardly retreat and felt the urge to laugh.

He was a person, not a pig; did he not know when to stop? Did he not know when he was full after eating so many cookies?

She thought he had a good appetite today since he had finished a whole box of cookies alone.

Could it be that he finished them all because she baked them?

"Mr. Blackwood seems to like you."

Lily recalled Nanny’s words again, suddenly finding the delicious sandwich tasteless.

Ethan liked her? Has he not liked her?

She didn’t want these questions to take over her mind.

"Hurry up and catch up!"

After taking a few steps, noticing that Lily hadn’t followed, Ethan turned back and glared at her fiercely.

As night began to fall, Ethan was adept at using time, leading her to the most expensive clothing store on the street, where she bought her clothes.

The salespeople eagerly approached to explain, but Ethan responded coldly to all of them.

Standing in front of the clothing racks, Ethan brushed his long fingers over a row of clothes, picking out what he liked and tossing it into the arms of the waiting salespeople.

Lily silently watched him selecting clothes, once again experiencing what it meant to be financially extravagant.

Ethan was acting like a standard nouveau riche right now.

Arrogant, smug, and untouchable.

When selecting shoes, Ethan exhibited the same arrogant demeanor. Stating her shoe size, he pointed to one pair after another, "This, this, this..."

The salespeople looked at Lily with adoring eyes.

Lily stood quietly in the men’s shoe area, letting Ethan show off his wealth.

The clothes he bought for her were enough for her to change every day for years.

While Ethan was picking shoes, he suddenly approached her, raising an eyebrow, "Are you picking shoes for me?"

"Huh?"

Ethan, however, seemed not to hear her, picking up a shiny pair of black shoes in front of her to examine, frowning, "Lily, your taste is still not very good."

These pointed leather shoes were not in vogue; they were merely handmade shoes, the depth of the dye differing from the common.

She was standing in the men’s shoe area.

When had she ever said she would pick shoes for him?

Lily chuckled dryly, "Um, my taste has never been great; I’ll put it back."

Before she could finish her sentence, Ethan threw the shoes into her hands, "Try them on for me."

Lily looked at Ethan as he casually sat down on a nearby sofa, crossing his legs, his deep gaze fixed on her with an expectation that made him look like a king waiting to be served.

This garrulous salesperson made her feel like a maid as she swapped shoes for Ethan Blackwood, the third young master.

Taking a deep breath, Lily set aside her discomfort and squatted before Ethan to change his shoes. This position was entirely reminiscent of a servant.

Once the shoes were on, Ethan wiggled his legs, and the boots swayed side to side, obviously too large.

Ethan’s face darkened instantly, "Lily, how did you pick these shoes?"

"..." It wasn’t her choice.

"Don’t you remember my shoe size?!" Ethan glared at her, his tone filled with anger.

Why should she remember what size shoes he wore?

Ethan’s expression grew increasingly grim as he noticed her bewildered silence.

Did this woman not know what size shoe he wore?!

Very good.

As Ethan was about to explode, he suddenly heard Lily call out a size, and the salesperson quickly rushed to get it.

"You just remembered?!" Ethan looked at her coldly.

"Uh... yeah."

Lily nodded sheepishly, seeing the shoe size of the pair he had discarded on the floor.

Given the dark look on Ethan’s face earlier, she believed that if she hadn’t pulled a shoe size from thin air, he would’ve scolded her in front of everyone, maybe even hit her a few times.

"Consider yourself spared." Ethan huffed through his nose, not bothered, but his sexy, thin lips unexpectedly curled, softening his cold features.

"Wow..."

The nearby sales staff were all starry-eyed.

As they left the clothing store, Ethan had already changed into the black shoes, and the previous pair had been casually discarded.

After tossing the purchased clothes and shoes into the bodyguard’s car, Ethan wrapped an arm around Lily as they returned to the convertible Lamborghini.

The sky in Copenhagen had turned dark; bright, vibrant lights illuminated the entire street.

"I’m taking you to eat," Ethan said as he started the car and sped away like the wind.

A Baroque-style church came into Lily’s view, and without a second thought, she shouted, "Stop."