Judging by the way he dressed and the exquisite box, the shoes inside should have a five-figure price tag.
There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. We were complete strangers, yet he cover and offereda gift out of the blue. This madewonder and felt the need to be cautious.
Why would a stranger spend so much money just to helpout? My feet were hurting, and I needed a pair of comfortable shoes. But not like this.
With this in mind, I politely smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Thank you, Mister. But I don’t need it.” “Why? Your feet are obviously hurting. Why refuse my help? Why endure when you can get comfortable?” The man raised an eyebrow, his playful expression deepening. His curiosity seemed to heighten as well.
Was he curious about me? Why? He persisted by extending his hand and continuously pushing the box in my direction. I had to take a couple of steps back to maintain a polite distance. Ads by PubFuture
“I specially brought this to you. Other women don’t have this privilege.” He tilted his chin up.
To me, this gesture seemed like he didn’t know his place.
Compared to everyone else present, I was indeed terribly poor. But that didn’t mean I had to endure anyone’s insults.
They had their world, but I had my life. Everyone liked nice things, but I didn’t want them if I didn’t know where they cfrom—especially when I had to break sprinciples for them. I would rather not have it.
Since I was young, Mom taughtthat I should rely on my own efforts for everything rather than seeking handouts. That was because all handouts were traps set by others. Ads by PubFuture
So, from a young age, I had carried myself with pride. I might be poor, but I wouldn’t grovel to escape poverty. This person’s approach had hit a nerve in me.
I was someone who wore their emotions on their sleeve. While I had becmore restrained over the years of studying and meeting all sorts of people, my core hadn’t changed.
I didn’t like being teased by strangers. So stopped smiling, and my eyes showed a coldness as I spoke indifferently, “I don’t knowyou, and I don’t want to know why you’re giving this to me. What can tell you is, please take it back. I don’t need it. Also, I’d like to rest for a bit, so please don’t disturb me.” “Doesn’t your foot hurt? Why refuse someone’s kindness?” The young man persisted in his pestering.
“Kindness from unknown people may bring more pain in the future than today’s pain.” With that, I turned and left.
“Okay, okay, I won’t tease you
anymore. I never thought you would really get angry.” He grabbed my wrist and stood in front ofwith a smile. “Letintroduce myself. My nis Xavier King.
your foot was hurting, so Q1901 specifically askedto bring this over.”
I licked my lips in uncomfortable embarrassment and tumed away with a why smile.
And this brat, why didn’t he say so earlier? He mademistake him fora bad guy trying to hit on me. How embarrassing!
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