Filed to story: Healing My Disabled Husband Novel
His mood lifted at her agreeable response. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go turn you into a miracle transformation.”
Ivy blinked her eyes and naturally understood the origin of the “Miracle Ivy” joke. However, she never expected that Damion would know about it.
But something was off.
After walking a few steps, Ivy stopped and looked at Damion. “Damion, wait a minute. I haven’t finished speaking.”
Patiently stopping in his tracks, Damion looked at Ivy and said, “Okay, you have two minutes. Say everything you want to say at once.”
If she kept dragging on like this, the mall would close.
Ivy said, “Damion, are you trying to buy me something?”
“Hmm?” Damion raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Is there a problem with that?”
“Damion,” Ivy continued. “Don’t spend too much money on me. I can’t afford it.”
Damion couldn’t help but laugh at what Ivy had just said.
He playfully flicked her forehead with his hand and said, “Who told you to pay me back?”
This time he flicked her harder than usual.
Ivy’s forehead turned red from where he hit her. She looked like an abused animal.
Her clever little brain had been addled by Damion.
Damion chuckled and said, “Don’t be mad at me. I won’t do it again.”
Ivy pouted her lips and looked at Damion, not daring to say anything more.
“Let’s go. The mall is really closing soon,” said Damion.
Ivy obediently followed Damion, letting him lead her wherever he wanted to go. She would follow him anywhere he went.
Damion was very satisfied with Ivy’s obedience. He didn’t waste any time and led the girl inside.
Although Ivy’s attention had been diverted by Damion earlier, she was still a bit stiff and didn’t know where to look with her eyes wandering around aimlessly.
Damion sighed inwardly. This girl was really too tense.
He led Ivy into a store but even he wasn’t comfortable in this situation since he wasn’t good at choosing clothes for girls either.
The salesperson saw them come in and immediately imagined a big drama unfolding before them. The difference between their styles was so great that it made their relationship seem very abnormal especially considering how young Ivy looked compared to Damion who appeared much older than her age group should be hanging out with normally.
Damien looked down at Ivy and said, “Let’s take a look around first and see if there is anything you like.”
In fact, Ivy was already dazzled by everything around her. She had never seen such beautiful clothes before except on her phone screen when browsing online stores. But now, she could see them up close in person for the first time ever!
Now it was up to Ivy to choose, but she had no idea where to start.
Seeing her dilemma, Damion didn’t force her and instead picked out a few outfits according to his own taste.
“Go try them on,” he said.
Ivy obediently went into the dressing room and carefully began trying on the clothes. The first one she tried was a green halter dress with a unique shoulder design that perfectly highlighted her collarbone and shoulders.
As Ivy stepped out of the dressing room, Damion was still picking out clothes for her. A salesperson walked over and glanced up and down at Ivy with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
This girl looked like a poor student who relied on being kept by someone else. She wasn’t particularly pretty either, so it was obvious that she must have used some kind of trickery to seduce men. How despicable!
Ivy sensed the salesperson’s judgmental gaze upon her and looked back at her. The salesperson quickly put on a professional smile and asked, “Madam, how do you feel about this dress?”
Even though she despised this girl in her heart, she could tell that the man accompanying her today was willing to spend big money on buying clothes for her. It would be unwise not to get along with someone just because of personal feelings towards her.
This little lamb waiting to be slaughtered could potentially help boost her monthly sales performance significantly if handled properly.
However, Ivy didn’t give her this opportunity.
She ignored the salesperson and walked straight to Damion’s side.
Damion picked out two more clothes that he thought looked good. As he turned around, he saw the girl pouting and looking at him.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like them?” Damion’s gaze fell on Ivy.
He hadn’t noticed before, but she had been wearing T-shirts all along. Her collarbone was so beautiful.
Ivy stood on her tiptoes and whispered in Damion’s ear, “I don’t like this store.”
Damion frowned slightly when he heard this and guessed what was going on.
He reached up and touched Ivy’s head, saying, “Let’s see if there is anything you like.”
Actually, Ivy quite liked the dress she was wearing. But even so, she didn’t want to buy anything from this store anymore.
Seeing her expression, Damion understood what she meant.
“Okay then. You go change your clothes first. We’ll go look at other stores,” said Damion.
Ivy immediately smiled and ran back to the fitting room.
The salesperson saw this and became nervous. Was that brat up to something?
She couldn’t let a big spender slip away!
The salesperson walked over to Damion respectfully and asked, “Sir, do you need any help?”
Damion glanced at the salesperson and her thoughts were written all over her face – it was too obvious what she wanted. He didn’t appreciate it one bit.
He naturally didn’t have a good expression towards this kind of person.
The sudden drop in air pressure really startled the salesperson, making her hold her breath tightly.
Although she didn’t know what the girl said, the salesperson had seen all kinds of people and naturally knew that this little lamb in hand was going to run away.
She dared not say much in front of this man but could only curse that girl in her heart.
She was truly a little vixen, using her coquettish skills to bewitch the man completely.
Ivy quickly changed clothes and ran up to Damion with her face looking up at him. “I’m ready, let’s go,”
she said.
Damion responded with a nod and extended his hand to Ivy.
Although Ivy blushed as he led her along the way before, now she was much calmer.
She put her hand on Damion’s hand and said, “Let’s go.”
The salesperson watched as the two walked away holding hands. She was so angry that it almost killed her but it couldn’t affect Ivy anymore.
Right now she felt very happy but couldn’t help stealing glances at Damion.
He really treated her too gently and too well. She didn’t know how to describe her feelings but at this moment when Ivy held hands with Damion, she thought there might be some other possibilities between them.
Damion took Ivy on a tour of the mall, exploring different styles of clothing from everyday wear to home attire, from pajamas to sportswear. Anything that he thought looked good or that Ivy liked, Damion bought it directly.
Ivy felt both sweet and overwhelmed. No one had ever treated her like this before, leaving her unsure how to face it all. She told herself that she would treat everything as if she had borrowed money from
Damion and would pay him back after graduation when she earned some money. She planned to keep track of every penny he spent on her.
However, Ivy didn’t tell Damion any of this because she didn’t think it would make him happy.
Damion was so engrossed in shopping that they left the mall only when it closed for the night.
Fortunately, all the clothes were sent back to their apartment by the building’s staff. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to carry them all back themselves.
When they arrived home, all their purchases were waiting for them. Seeing everything laid out together made Ivy feel foolish and regretful for letting Damion play his “miracle” game earlier.
Now looking at these clothes made her realize that these were debts she would have to bear alone.
Just thinking about it gave Ivy a headache.
Damion didn’t know what Ivy was thinking, but said, “I’ll help you move them to the closet.” After all, the room was for Ivy now, a girl’s room. It wouldn’t be appropriate for him to just go in.
At first, Ivy didn’t understand what Damion meant. It took her a while before she finally got it.
Once again, Damion had shown his gentle side and his meticulous care, which left an indelible impression on her.
Ivy blushed and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Damion and asked him, “Damion, are you this nice to every girl?”
Damion paused as he lifted the bag and turned around to look at Ivy. He instantly understood what she was thinking.
He raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at Ivy with a smile that wasn’t really a smile. Instead of answering directly, he said mysteriously, “Why don’t you guess?”
Although she didn’t want to show it too obviously, Ivy couldn’t control herself completely. She pouted and muttered under her breath, “I think so.”
Damion chuckled softly and said, “Don’t worry about it now. You’ll find out later.”
With a grumpy tone of voice that couldn’t hide her disappointment with his answer, Ivy responded with
“Fine then.”
Damion curved his lips into a smile as he carried the bag into Ivy’s room and placed it in the closet.
“You can organize your own things from here on out. I won’t help anymore,” Damion said.
Ivy nodded obediently and replied sweetly, “Okay.”
“Today, just organize things that you used today. Tomorrow you can do other stuff,” Damion continued saying while motioning for her to follow him outside of the room where they could talk privately about something else.
Ivy looked at Damion with suspicion and asked, “What’s going on?”
The two of them went back to the living room, where Damion handed Ivy a bank card and said, “The password is 123456. Use it as you need.”
