Upon seeing me return, he shot me a warning glance and whispered harshly, "Keep it down; I finally got Sophie to sleep."
"I heard you closed the deal today. There's a little gift on the table for you as a reward," he added casually.
It was a bottle of mid-range perfume—pathetically cheap compared to all the luxury items surrounding us.
I didn't bother reaching for it and shook my head at him. "No thanks; this tomboy doesn't need that kind of thing."
With that, I headed straight to the guest room.
It wasn't that I couldn't appreciate such things; no girl would dislike them entirely.
But when Ethan's company stabilized, I had once bought myself a bottle of perfume.
The first time I wore it, he criticized me, "Even if my company is doing well now, you can't just splurge like this! It's easier to fall into luxury than to return from it; we mustn't forget our struggles."
Since then, I hadn't purchased any luxury items again.
The few things I owned were gifts from him during his free time—none of which added up to what he had brought home today.