CHAPTER 18 Strangers to Lovers

"These are beautiful!" she exclaimed, her gaze sweeping over the display. Her eyes shifted to the men's wear. Wulvric smiled, gazing affectionately at her. "I knew you would love them," he said, his eyes sparkling with the same pure enthusiasm. A well-dressed boutique associate glided towards them, her beauty radiant and her expression exuding warmth and professionalism. "Good afternoon, mister, ma'am. Welcome to Alexander McQueen," she said, her accent refined and well-polished. "My name is Adele, and I am at your service today" "May I offer you a glass of champagne?" The sound of a glass of champagne is ringing clue for her to run away from this expensive place. Champagne always calls for her empty wallet. "Do well to bring that!" Wulvric said. Who was she to differ? Her wallet can barely attain a single piece of cloth here. The attendant smiled gratefully and gave them the flutes of champagne, their fingers brushing as they raised them in a toast to their time together. "So