However, Andrew seemed to agree with every word, purchasing each dress I modeled without a second thought.
After I had tried on more than ten dresses, concern for Andrewâs finances began to weigh on me.
With a hint of fatigue, I remarked, âIâm feeling a bit worn out.
Surely these dresses are sufficient, right?â
Andrew concurred, stating it was enough.
Yet, he proceeded to select another ten dresses based on my earlier preferences, insisting they were the same size as the ones I had tried and thus, did not require me to try them on again.
Despite my exhaustion from the morningâs marathon of fittings, I was relieved we had finalized the dresses for meeting the guests.
Later, with the stylistâs assistance, I chose some jewelry.
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Once the shop assistant had departed, I gazed at the collection of dresses and jewelry and couldnât help but lament, âALL of this is so costly, and Iâll likely never wear them again.
Isnât that just too extravagant?â
Andrew laughed in response.
âYour thriftiness is endearing.
Anyone lucky enough to marry you will be truly fortunate.
â
Debraâs POV:
I felt a twinge of embarrassment at Andrewâs words, so I instinctively avoided his intense gaze.
Andrew seemed to sense my discomfort.
He reassured me gently, âDonât worry about the cost of these luxury items.
Theyâre essential for social engagements, regardless of who my fiancee is.
Besides, managing these matters will actually be a favor to me.
I should be thanking you.
â
Andrewâs words alleviated the weight on my heart.
However, Andrew continued, âIâm happy to spend money on you.
As my nominal fiancee, you should feel free to buy whatever you like.
You donât need to save for me.
I have a good income and worry more about finding ways to spend it.
â
I quickly shook my head, stating earnestly, âNo, I donât care for these luxuries.
I donât need them.
And I canât accept money from other men, especially with Calebâs potential reaction in mind.
His jealousy would be unbearable.
â
At the mention of Calebâs name, Andrewâs expression darkened noticeably.
My heart skipped a beat.
Before I could amend my words, a bodyguard burst in, saying, âSir, thereâs a thief in the manor.
For safety, itâs best if you both remain inside for now.
â
âWhat audacious thief dares to break into my manor? Do they think Iâm dead?â
Andrewâs voice was icy, an aura of danger palpable around him.
His surrounding bodyguards all bowed their heads.
Stepping forward a few paces, he paused to fix me with a serious gaze.
âStay here.
Donât venture out, understood?â
I nodded hastily.
Andrewâs concern prompted him to summon over ten bodyguards to ensure my safety.
Once assured of my security, he departed, questioning the whereabouts of the thief.
I frowned as I watched Andrew and his entourage leave.
Sensing my worry, the nearby bodyguard hastened to reassure me, âMadam, please donât fret.
Mr.
Pierce is exceedingly capable.
Dealing with a few thieves will be childâs play for him.
Rest assured, everything will be fine.
â
I replied, âBut Andrew is still recovering from his injury.
He should be resting.
â
In truth, my concern was for Caleb.