Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 444 - 235: He Wants Her to Come Find Him 2

Chapter 444: Chapter 235: He Wants Her to Come Find Him 2

"Shopping?"

"Yeah." Becca said happily, "I got my paycheck a couple of days ago, and I plan to treat myself. Since you’re here, I can take you out for a nice meal."

"Alright."

An hour later, Becca was strolling in the mall arm in arm with Christine Quinn.

Becca hadn’t been shopping for a long time, so she was eager to try on all the dazzling clothes in the mall.

They entered a mid-range clothing store, and Becca picked out a few pieces and immediately headed for the fitting room.

After putting on a cream-colored sleeveless knit dress, Becca twirled in front of Christine and asked happily, "Sis, how does this dress look?"

"It looks great."

With light makeup on, Becca looked quite vibrant. Being on the slender side, she could wear any dress, and her height of over 160 cm paired with high heels made her look stunning overall.

Becca was very pleased, handed the dress to the sales clerk, and then went back into the fitting room to change again.

This time, she changed into a simple yet elegant long dress that made her look youthful and full of energy, even earning praise from the sales clerk nearby.

"Alright, wrap these up!"

The sales clerk happily started to tally up the bill.

Christine stood aside watching Becca’s satisfied expression and couldn’t help but ask, "Becca, do you really like these clothes?"

Honestly, although Becca looked good in them, they were quite inexpensive, and Christine felt these clothes weren’t suitable for Becca, considering that even she wouldn’t shop at such budget clothing stores.

"Yes."

"But, Becca..."

Becca linked arms with Christine again, "Sis, don’t forget, I live off my salary. I need to be frugal."

"Uh..."

"Come on, sis, let’s head to the next store!"

The sisters visited many stores, with Christine not buying anything but Becca leaving with her hands full.

As they left the mall, Becca was in high spirits, but then something ruined the mood...

Just as they were about to step out of the mall, another pair of sisters holding hands brushed past them, and their conversation went...

"I saw it too the other day, it’s the latest model..."

"But that bag is a knockoff!"

"Can you afford the real one? It’s Alice Robinson’s bag, after all. I reckon one of her bags costs as much as our annual salary..."

"But the bag looks really nice!"

"Yeah."

The sisters’ discussion was clearly audible to Becca and Christine as they passed by.

Christine couldn’t help but glance at Becca, but Becca’s expression seemed unaffected, her mood still excellent.

Christine didn’t say much more but felt a pang of sympathy for Becca.

While flagging down a taxi on the roadside, Becca’s phone rang.

She took out her phone, glanced at it, and pressed the hang-up button.

Noticing Becca’s action, Christine asked curiously, "Who was calling? Why didn’t you answer?"

"Uh, it’s a call from a stranger."

"Oh."

Christine was about to flag down a cab approaching from afar when suddenly, a white car abruptly stopped in their line of sight.

Before Christine could react, she saw a tall, handsome man quickly stepping out of the car.

Christine, who rarely encountered such a graceful and charming man, couldn’t help but take a second look...

Unexpectedly, the man was looking directly at Becca and walking towards her.

Soon, the man was standing in front of Becca, asking softly, "Why didn’t you answer my call?"

"Uh, I didn’t have time."

The man frowned slightly, "You didn’t have time but had time to go shopping?"

"Hey, I told you my sister was coming to T City, and I wanted to spend time with her."

Only then did the man’s gaze shift to Christine, and he extended a hand, smiling politely, "Hello."

Christine, taken aback, asked, "Becca, who is he..."

Becca introduced, "His last name is ’Robinson,’ and he’s my friend, a doctor."

Christine "oh"ed, immediately followed by a smile as she shook hands with Chester Robinson, "Hello, Doctor Robinson. I’m Becca’s sister, Christine Quinn."

"I’ve seen you in the news, Miss Quinn. You look much prettier in person than in the reports..."

"News?"

"Regarding you and Mr. Jones..."