Avery glanced through the clothes hanging on the shelf. The woman that was thrown out of the store stomped, and her friend took her away out of shame.

The one in charge of selling approached Avery with a big smile with some sexy lingeries, "Miss Peters, Mr. Howel said the outfits you selected were too few, and he asked me to bring these over."

Avery looked over at the lingeries the woman was holding. It was more revealing than what he picked out.

Avery bit her lips. Evan asked them to bring her the sexiest outfits, and the staff working in the boutique looked at her with meaning.

But the woman didn't intend to let Avery pick. Instead, she just wrapped every piece up.

From the woman was thrown out to the woman's attitude, Avery knew her every move since she went out was reported to Evan down to the last detail.

Avery didn't say anything. The bodyguards came in and followed her with bags in their arms.

Charles called and said he was at the mall. The jewelry store was on the first floor. Avery took the lift down to meet him.

Charles stood in front of the jewelry store waiting for Avery, not realizing at all she was behind his back. She suddenly reached out and patted on his shoulder.

Charles turned around. Avery wore a white sweater, a red skirt, and a pair of black boots. She didn't wear any makeup, but her face looked innocent and pretty.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Charles lowered his head and smiled. He dressed very officially with one grey overcoat and the same color suit. He looked more like a gentleman instead of a doctor in his white coat.

"I still think I should cancel."

"I'm glad you didn't."

Avery looked at her watch. His set up was at night and less than 2 hours away, "Let's go inside."

Charles knew the time was urgent and walked in first.

"Do you know what she likes?"

Avery looked at the neatly put jewelry from necklaces, bracelets, rings, and various brooches on the counter.

Charles said he would give his date a brooch. So Avery didn't waste any time and went straight for the counter.

There were sorts of brooches. They were in the shapes of butterflies, dragonflies, and kinds of flowers.

Charles asked, "Anything you like?"

Avery teased him, "It's not for me. It doesn't matter if I like it. It matters if your date likes it."

"I trust your taste, like always."

"And here you are, "Avery took a ring out from her pocket, "I have to give this back to you. I'm sorry I accidentally dropped it on the floor, and the diamond was a bit crackled. I wanna get it fixed, but sadly, no craftsman was that good to do the job."

Charles didn't take the ring but stared at her, "I'm not in the habit of taking back what I give away."

"You should, "Avery put the ring down on the glass counter, "I was told it is the ring for the future Mrs. Charles, and it's a family heirloom. I can't take it. If I knew this, I probably wouldn't take it."

"It's just a ring to me and nothing more. I give it to you because you're poisoned. If you don't want it, throw it away."

Avery was speechless.

The Charles she knew was not that difficult to handle. And he even acted tough.

In a daze, she saw Charles overlooking the ring and looked at the brooch in the cabinet, and said to the sales lady, "This one, please."

The ring was left there on the counter alone.

"How about this? I'll keep the ring for you. When you get married, I'll give it back to you."

This was as far as Avery could go back. If it wasn't Charle's ring and he saved her life, she would throw the ring in the bin.

Charles gave her a meaningful look and said with a smile, "Okay."

Avery sighed and put the ring back in her pocket.

"Sir, you have great taste, this brooch matches your wife perfectly."

"Wife?"

"Yeah, sir, you're very lucky to have such a pretty lady as your wife."

Charles smiled and didn't deny it. He even felt glad when the sales lady said so. He looked at Avery with the brooch, "Do you like this one?"

Avery frowned. She already said it wasn't about her. But on second thoughts, she nodded, "I think it's nice. Girls would like it."

Charles asked the sales lady to wrap it up and pay for it.

Buying the gift went smoothly. Charles had to go to his date at night. She told him some things about dating and then left.

What she didn't know was Charles went back to the same jewelry shop and bought another brooch pretty casually. The one Avery said she liked was put in the pocket by Charles.

After 20 minutes, Charles came to the restaurant where two women were waiting for him on the table.

He wasn't interested in the date. But he kept up a gentlemanly appearance. This was just to keep his mother quiet. He knew he would never like anybody but Avery.

Charles walked over to the girls, "I'm sorry I'm late. I just came out of one operation."

The girls looked very pretty with the outfits and makeup. They came prepared.

Charles pushed two gift boxes to them on the table, "The gifts for you."

The girl smiled shyly, "Thanks, Dr. Charles, that's very thoughtful of you. I haven't introduced myself; I'm Monica Webster, my father is Edward Webster, the owner of Webster Group. And this is my friend, Taylor Conor."

Speaking of Webster Group, Monica sat up and was quite proud of it.

Charles respected the girl, so he complimented her and her family, but not too much. And he looked at his watch.

He looked at his watch several times during the date. Finally, when Monica went to the bathroom, he sent Avery a text to see if she was home yet.

Avery wasn't home yet. She was in the spinning restaurant upstairs. She planned to head back after dinner.

She was in the bathroom when she got Charles's text.

She was about to send him back when she heard high heels outside her booth. Two familiar voices were chatting, "God, Monica, I envy you. Look at Charles, and he's the perfect guy. He's from a prominent family and such a gentleman. And he's so considerate to give us gifts."

"What did he give you?"

"His taste is lousy. I get a brooch in the shape of a butterfly. It's hideous."

"Mine is a rose. It looks like he buys it from the same one. But they say guys like that are more loyal. If you're not interested, let me have it."

"I'm interested. But he looked at his watch for four or five times in less than ten minutes. Maybe he's not interested in me."

Taylor suddenly stopped talking. Her eyes moved, and she whispered something to Monica.

They were committed to the conversation. And they had no idea Avery in the booth heard everything.

She was confused that Charles bought a diamond brooch in the shape of wheat. It was quite unique. But why did they say otherwise?

But what shocked Avery more was when they said--