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My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1732

Women were born to be shopping maniacs. As long as they saw anything new, they would have the impulse to buy.

I'd planned to go to the children's supplies area to buy things for Anne, but as soon as I entered the mall, Emma dragged me into a famous brand store. I tried more than a dozen sets of clothes a few times, but I didn't like them very much.

"This set is good. It's the type that Aaron likes." I was really bored, so I poked fun at her.

"Who said that I'm wearing it for him to see?" Emma said with a stony face, but her eyes were very honest, watching the details of the outfit in the mirror. From time to time, she showed an ambiguous expression in her eyes, probably because she was thinking of Aaron's surprise when he saw her.

She would doll herself up to please the people she liked. This was the truth indeed.

I smiled and didn't call her out. I got up and went to the men's clothing area.

Hendrix was now one of the top celebrities in Jarold City's high society, but the publicity managers could not keep up with him. He always wore formal clothes. Although his face and figure were good, he still looked too rigid.

Walking around, nothing caught my eye. I was wondering if I should ask for Hendrix's outfits to be custom- made, but at that moment, my eyes suddenly lit up. I saw a well-made set of suit in front of me and hurried over with joy.

However, the phone in my bag suddenly vibrated. I stopped subconsciously and took out my mobile phone to have a look. The number was familiar, but I could not remember where I had seen it before.

When I looked up again, there was a gentle woman standing in front of the suit. She was calling the salesclerk to help her take it to the cashier.

I supposed I should forget it. I could only blame myself for being too late.

"Hello, who is it?" I picked up the phone slowly and put it to my ear, feeling dispirited.

"Miss Reid, it's me." Zoel's voice was unique and easy to recognize, with his faint Roland accent.

Just then, Emma walked over and followed my line of sight. "What are you looking at?"

After seeing the situation clearly, she had a bigger reaction than me. She took a deep breath and was shocked.

When Zachary walked out with the woman carrying the bag with the big logo, Emma and I followed by the door. Seeing the two of them holding hands together as they walked into the elevator, we still found it hard to believe.

As we looked on, it seemed like Zachary sensed something out of guilt. He looked in our direction and noticed us. The embarrassment flashed across his face, and the elevator door closed tightly.

"Arianna, quickly pinch me and tell me that what I just saw was an illusion..." Emma lowered her chin in shock and refused to believe it.

I frowned and had mixed feelings in my heart.

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