A Love Trap

The next day was Saturday, so Andrew didn't have to work, but Ashley had to go to the bakery because it was open seven days a week. There was no weekend break for her.

She was going to the bakery in Andrew's car as usual but suddenly, she noticed that they were going the wrong way.

She was an idiot when it came to directions, but, as she had been taking the same route to the bakery every day, she was able to catch the change in direction.

"Andrew, are we going the wrong way? This doesn't seem to be the way I go every day," she inquired.

"You are right. We are not going to the bakery today," Andrew, who was in the driver's seat, replied.

"Andrew, why didn't you ask for my consent before making plans for the day?" She stared at him indignantly. "Drive me to the bakery," she protested.

He didn't reply but instead sped up the car.

Ashley clutched the seat belt. She was a little worried now.

Finally, the car stopped at a large mall.

Andrew got out of the car, pulled the door open and dragged her out.

Ashley was still protesting. "Why do you drag me here?" she complained.

"To buy rings," he responded.

Ashley didn't trust her ears and opened her eyes widely. "What? What are you talking about?"

Andrew stared at Ashley and repeated, "You heard me. I brought you here to buy rings."

rings, please. We have already got married. A

just watched Ashley with his deep

buying rings. He had never mentioned it

She was dragged

visited it. Andrew had heard that the mall had a good reputation among customers.

Ashley behind him. They must have appeared strange, but, as a good looking couple, they still attracted a lot

can I help you? Are

they reached the counter, a girl with perfect makeup and a professional outfit immediately walked towards

replied in a soft

them next time?" she pleaded him, tugging at his sleeve like a

he went closer to the counter to peer at the rings in the counter, holding Ashley's hand tightly the whole time. He scanned the

turned to the shop assistant and said, "Show

smiled awkwardly and politely replied, "I am sorry. I have to ask our manager—" Before she could finished the sentence, a middle-aged

not necessary. I have

a rather plump middle-aged man walking fast towards them, followed by three shop assistants, each of them holding a

wonder who Andrew was and whether he was an important

to personally aid customers even

girl snapped out of her musings and went up to

style in our shop. These are also limited edition pieces worldwide," he

the red velvet cloths off the plates. Rings of

up about the CEO's shopping trip beforehand.

seriously as he thought Johnny was joking. Now it turned out that Johnny wasn't

had prepared for his visit despite

learned about Andrew's social status. However, she still had butterflies in her tummy. She had become the wife