Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations-Chapter 1008: Taking Out Her Anger on the Foolish Son
On the way here, Justin Kingston kept thinking about what special thing to give.
This mall has the most complete range of goods, many of which are limited editions specially made for festivals. Some trinkets are not only beautiful but also particularly practical.
As Justin walked and browsed, his damned charisma couldn’t be concealed.
"Isn’t that CEO Kingston? Wow! So handsome!"
"He’s even more charming after getting married!"
"How happy would it be if the first thing you saw every morning was him?"
The three young and fashionable girls gazed at Justin’s back with infatuation, unable to resist secretly taking photos with their phones.
"Wow, it’s CEO Kingston!"
"My male idol!"
Again, people cast admirative glances his way.
"Hello, sir."
Justin walked into a store where the sales associate, though not recognizing him, could tell he was extraordinary from his attire, "What can I assist you with?"
Justin looked at the shelves, the dazzling lights, each product like an art piece.
"Sir, we accept custom orders, these are Mid-Autumn themed products, not only beautiful but also quite practical."
Justin’s gaze fell on a few exquisite Chinese-style bookmarks, Mia liked reading physical books, and he thought they matched her personality well.
The interplay of hollow carving and color-filling created a rich and unique design.
The sales associate immediately noticed he liked them and apologized, "Sorry, sir, these bookmarks are custom orders for someone who’ll pick them up shortly."
The delicate tassels, simple and elegant.
Indeed, Justin liked them; they were the first thing that caught his eye in the store.
Just as he was about to say something, the sales associate greeted the entrance, "Hello, Mr. Dalton!"
Upon hearing, Justin looked back and saw David Dalton entering, unaccompanied like himself.
"CEO Kingston?" David Dalton was surprised to encounter him here.
While Justin slightly smiled, "President Dalton, are you... also picking out gifts personally?"
"I’m picking up Mid-Autumn gifts for Stella, what about you?"
At this moment, the sales associate began boxing up a few Chinese-style bookmarks from the display, "Mr. Dalton, do you need them in separate bags?"
"Sure," David Dalton said casually, "I’m giving them to different people."
Justin noticed there were six bookmarks, so... were these prepared for the design department?
Justin smiled, "President Dalton has excellent taste, she will definitely like them."
In fact, David had thought long and hard before choosing these, knowing that ever since Stella married Justin, she lacked nothing.
Giving a gift that touches the heart, has commemorative value, and is something frequently used couldn’t be more ideal.
"CEO Kingston, are you also here for gift shopping?"
"Yes." Justin replied, "I’m in a good mood today, not busy, so I’m out shopping."
"The sense of ceremony is quite strong."
"Of course," Justin said, "Love needs to be kept fresh."
Then the two of them sat for a while at a nearby coffee shop, had a cup of coffee, and chatted briefly.
All day long, Joan Graham was at home feeling restless.
She felt her relationship with David Garcia was growing increasingly strained.
"This character is pronounced ’jia’, the word for home."
Joan was teaching Ethan Dalton with flashcards, and after half an hour, it was still just three cards being taught repeatedly, ultimately getting mixed up, not remembering a single word.
"At least repeat after me!" she said, a bit irritated, her voice rising slightly.
Startled, Ethan shrank his shoulders, looking at her pitiably.
"Madam, that’s enough for now." Butler Warren came over with some snacks, placing the plate gently on the coffee table, "Young master is not in the right mood today."
"Cake... I... I want to eat... eat cake."
"Eat, eat, eat!" Joan stood up, flicking the flashcards onto him, yelling, "Eat your big stupid cakehead! You can’t do anything right!"
If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have been sent to sleep in the guest room last night.
The more Joan thought about it, the angrier she got!
