Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 246

Henry's thin lips curled, giving off a malicious smirk and an expression of having sovereignty—he was feeling rather satisfied with Monique clinging onto his arm. Henry beamed at all the salesmen and ordered, "Hurry up and get her another change of clothes!"

One of the salesmen who was observing the scene at a corner quickly stepped up and offered his service.

Monique was rather shocked by the situation as she felt like a catwalk model, trying on different sets of clothing. Henry then bought the whole series of clothes; anything that satisfied him regardless of its color—except for green.

More than ten salesmen were all busy carrying tons of clothes. Each piece was extremely pricey! The salesmen—behaving like slaves—trailed Monique and provided her with the best services and treated her like an honorable princess.

'Is this how couples live their life?' Monique found it tiring. 'It's tiring to buy clothes this way, way too tiring!!'

They shopped in every single luxurious shop—from clothes to handbags, then to shoes. Finally, Monique was too exhausted and gave in to whatever the salesmen recommended.

She sank into a sofa, feeling speechless while Henry leisurely sat on the sofa as well, legs crossed like a king. From time to time, there would be so-called 'servants' delivering drinks to him.

Monique got mad seeing Henry behaving so casually. 'Is he here to teach me how to spend money? Or here to fool around with the ladies?' Henry did not put on his usual cold expression which usually made others fear going near him. He did not resist any temptations from the 'servants'.

Monique pushed the salesmen aside as she came shouldering her way through the crowd and stood before Henry.

Monique was wearing a white dress with a pair of high-heels, looking like a princess. Her lips puckered as though she was not pleased with how things were going. "Henry Moore, have you had enough fun?! I'm so damn tired right now…"

Henry pursed his lips, thinking, 'Aren't women always complaining about being lethargic whenever asked to do work? But when it comes to shopping, they would be extremely energetic. However, why is she behaving like some little girl with a foul mood?'

Besides, Monique's eyes were twinkling as she occasionally glared at the ladies around Henry.

Henry spun around and stared at the gorgeous lady beside him, who had a perfect figure and was pouring him drinks. Could it be that Monique was being jealous?

Henry shifted his gaze to the saleswoman who was leaning forward and revealing her breasts. However, his eyes filled with disdain as he immediately realized those breasts were surgically enhanced. ‘Those aren’t even on par with my girlfriend’s.'

He felt that Monique's breast was not too big nor too small, just the right size for him to squeeze.

"Henry Moore!" Monique was not done talking and she tripped over her high-heels. As Monique was about to crash onto the table, Henry pushed the saleswoman beside him away and readied himself to catch Monique. It was too late though, and he had no other options but to shift the table aside.

A loud bang was heard as Monique fell hard on the ground, right in front of Henry.

Monique felt a surge of grievance all of a sudden. She had no idea why she would be mad—so mad that she ended up walking really quickly in high-heels, which she had forgotten she was wearing.

She felt extremely uneasy when she saw Henry staring at the woman with his eyes gleaming with excitement.