you chose her so i married better 88
Chapter 88
Stella blinked, understanding only half of what Tristan said. Then, she muttered, “She’s not outstanding. She’s a bad woman.
Tristan said nothing and simply smiled.
A few minutes later, Genevieve walked out of her room, dressed in a clean set of beige loungewear. The unnatural flush that had been on her face moments ago had faded, and she was back to looking as cold and aloof as ever.
Stella immediately trailed behind her like a shadow. She looked up at Genevieve with a twinkle in her eyes and said, Genevieve, I want to learn how to paint.”
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She pointed at the golden flower on the tip of her own nose and said, “I also want to paint a beautiful flower like this.”
Genevieve stopped in her tracks and cast a sidelong glance at Stella. She wondered what kind of trick the little troublemaker was trying to pull.
Stella had been glaring at her earlier as if she wished she could put a few holes in Genevieve with her eyes. But now, she wanted to learn from her?
But it wouldn’t be hard for Genevieve to teach Stella.
Her red lips parted, and she said, “Alright. If you want to paint, the first thing you need is tools. Let’s go get some brushes.”
“Yay!” Stella cheered.
She seemed to have put all the unpleasantness behind her.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the largest store with imported goods in the city.
Tristan pushed the shopping cart and followed them, keeping a distance that was neither too near nor too far.
He had an incredibly striking presence. His well–tailored casual black suit accentuated his tall figure and distinguished
demeanor.
He caught the attention of many female customers wherever he went, but his gaze was locked on the slender figure right in
front of him.
Meanwhile, Stella was indeed still a child at heart. As soon as she entered the store, she ran amok like a wild horse, especially when they reached the snacks aisle. As she saw the chips, candies, and chocolates on the shelf, she completely lost control.
“I want this and this! I want this too!” she kept shouting as she pulled out bags of snacks.
Genevieve simply replied indifferently, “We’re not buying that.”
Stella became upset. Determined, she pulled out her trump card again.
She plopped onto the ground and started throwing a tantrum, waving her arms in the air and sweeping the snacks on the very bottom shelf off until they were all over the floor.
“I don’t care! I want them all! If you guys don’t buy them for me, then I won’t get up!” she shouted.
Her cries attracted attention from everyone in the area.
“Whose child is that? She has such terrible manners.”
“How is her family not doing anything? Gosh.”
“She’s so well–dressed, but why is she acting like a brat?”
An adult who cared what other people thought of them would have probably felt so embarrassed that they would have
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immediately compromised.
Feeling smug, Stella glanced at Genevieve from the corner of her eye. She refused to believe that a woman like Genevieve could still remain calm in front of so many people.
Yet Stella was only ten years old. The tricks she pulled weren’t enough to impress Genevieve at all.
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Genevieve leisurely took her phone out and squatted down before aiming her camera at Stella, who was rolling on the ground.
She took a photo and admired it calmly. She even had a satisfactory smile on her face.
“Not a bad performance. It was full of emotion–very impactful,” said Genevieve.
She looked up at Stella and said, “The little princess of the Lambert family threw a tantrum in public over a bag of chips. Do you think this caption could become a trending topic today?”
She waved her phone and said, “I have nothing better to do anyway. How about I buy you a headline? What do you think?”
Stella stopped crying immediately and looked at Genevieve in a daze.
Becoming a trending topic? A headline?
She was young, but she knew what that meant.
If her mother were to see them…
Genevieve grinned and said, “Looks like you don’t want to go viral. Then, pick up the items one by one and put them back.”
Stella glared at Genevieve, but she didn’t dare to make a fuss anymore. She knew Genevieve was a woman of her word.
She sniffled and got up. Then, she picked up the snacks that were scattered all over the ground. Looking aggrieved, she said, ” I–I don’t want snacks anymore. I just want paintbrushes.”
Once the spectators realized the show was over, they dispersed reluctantly.
Tristan pushed the shopping cart over slowly.
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