Ethan didn't give her time to hesitate, and said directly to the sales associate: "We'll take this one. Wrap it up for her."
Immediately, his eyes swept over the store, then settled on Sophie: "How can you just have a dress? Pick out a bag to match."
The sales associate caught on and immediately took down a chain handbag with the classic Monogram pattern from the display shelf nearby—small and exquisite, full of retro appeal.
"Ma'am, this is our new Petite Malle Souple bag—lightweight and retro, a perfect match for your dress. Would you like to try it?"
Sophie took the bag and gently carried it in the crook of her arm, and her whole presence instantly elevated to another level, refined and fashionable.
She looked at the sales associate, who quoted the price: "This one is $10,500."
A bag for over ten grand! Add the dress and it's over seventeen thousand! Sophie felt like her heart couldn't take it. She subconsciously shook her head frantically at Ethan, her eyes signaling, "It's too expensive, I don't need it."
Ethan didn't seem to see her hint and nodded directly to the sales associate: "Perfect, we'll take this bag too. Wrap them both up."
"Excellent choice, sir! We'll have everything ready for you right away!" The smile on the sales associate's face was extremely bright as she began packing quickly.
Before they left, she also said to Sophie sincerely: "Your boyfriend treats you so well."
This comment made Sophie's cheeks flush slightly, and a hint of complexity appeared in her heart. Boyfriend? She didn't dare hope for that status just yet.
After paying, the two walked out of the LV store.
Sophie was holding two heavy shopping bags with huge LV logos printed on them, her steps feeling a bit unreal.
In just ten minutes, seventeen thousand dollars was spent like that?
It felt like a dream.
"Ethan!"
She stopped and said in a sincere tone: "I... I really feel like this is enough! I've already bought so much and I love it. Or... let's skip the rest of the stores? Let's go check out menswear and buy you something?"
Although she had material pursuits, she wasn't an insatiable person.
Ethan's generosity had already made her very satisfied and even a little scared.
Ethan gently took her hand and continued walking forward, his tone casual but leaving no room for argument: "I said five stores, so it's five stores. This is only the first one—how can we quit halfway? Let's go."
The "experimental" plan in his mind about "Valentino + Balenciaga" had just begun.
At the YSL counter, Ethan directly asked the clerk to pack a full range of shades from the season's popular lipsticks and the latest complete cosmetics gift set.
The sales associate smiled so hard her eyes nearly disappeared, her hands quickly packing everything.
Then they stepped into Hermès. Under the bright lights, the watches in the display case sparkled.
Ethan's gaze fell precisely on a Hermès Faubourg diamond-encrusted rose gold watch. Smooth lines, delicate diamond accents, rose gold radiating a warm and luxurious luster.
"This one. Wrap it up."
The clerk carefully took it out, and the price tag showed $35,800.
Then came Chanel, where Ethan selected a full set of products from the "Coco Mademoiselle" perfume line for Sophie, from the heavy perfume to shower gel and body lotion.
In a short period of time, several more shopping bags had been added, with a total cost of nearly $41,000.
Sophie was carrying these heavy luxury goods, feeling like her palms were burning, as if she wasn't carrying merchandise but her once-unattainable dream life, which weighed just as much.
"Next,"
Ethan kept walking with a clear goal: "Balenciaga and Valentino are left."
When it came to these two brands, Ethan's eyes lit up noticeably, with an almost "professional" interest that Sophie couldn't understand.
Sophie followed him to Balenciaga's counter in confusion.
She watched as Ethan walked straight to the hosiery display area and efficiently instructed the sales associate: "Please bring out all the stocking styles you have in stock."
The sales associate was stunned for a moment, then began showing them enthusiastically.
Sophie looked at the dazzling array of stockings, then thought about Ethan's eyes just now, and suddenly realized why he was so fixated on these two brands! Her cheeks felt slightly hot.
"I caught on a little too late," she muttered to herself.
Ethan's eyes were like accurate scanners, quickly sweeping over the stockings on display:
Pointing to the most classic pure black: "This one, wrap it up."
His eyes turned to a gradient color with an avant-garde feel: "This one too."
He also pointed to the trendy style with the letter logo: "And this."
Then his fingers swept across an entire section in one smooth motion: "These styles, these ones—wrap them all up."
Finally, he gave instructions to the sales associate: "All the styles I just mentioned, give me 5 pairs of each."
"Enough! Ethan!"
Sophie was frightened by this sweeping approach and quickly grabbed his arm, lowering her voice to exclaim:
"Why are you buying so much? Even if I change them every day, I'd have to wear them until I'm old! "
She looked at the tags—any one cost hundreds of dollars, and she couldn't even calculate the total for dozens of them.
Ethan smiled secretly to himself: You think this is all for you? This is my strategic reserve! In his eyes, these gorgeous stockings were essentially "disposable consumables."
In some specific scenarios, their lifespan might be shorter than imagined.
He turned his head and looked at Sophie with a knowing smile: "How is this enough? Aren't stockings basically fast-moving consumer goods? With me, the consumption rate is fast—almost like one-time use."
Sophie's face suddenly went pale, and she instantly thought of some unspeakable scenarios, her legs feeling faintly weak.
Looking at the pile of stocking boxes forming a mountain, she felt like her future "workload" might need to be reassessed. "So much... Are you planning to make me..."
Ethan ignored her "protest" and swiped his card directly.
The bill showed: over $8,200. He easily handed Sophie a huge shopping bag containing dozens of stockings, then couldn't help but pull her directly to the Valentino counter across the way.
In Valentino, Ethan's attention turned to high heels.
He personally selected and had Sophie try on several pairs of designer heels, sexy and elegant.
In the end, he chose three pairs of Valentino classics with different styles, but all of which set off Sophie's presence and beautiful legs perfectly, and paid for them again.
Carrying Valentino's bag and looking at the profile of the man next to her who didn't blink when swiping his card, Sophie felt like she was walking on clouds.
However, Ethan's eyes fell on his empty wrist.
"They say men carry responsibilities on their shoulders," he rubbed his wrist thoughtfully, "but it seems there's still less weight on the scale."
Ethan pulled Sophie, who was still a bit dazed, turned on his heel, and walked straight into a watch boutique next door with extremely luxurious decoration and a quiet atmosphere.
The huge brand logo was discreetly embedded on the dark marble wall—Patek Philippe.
Unlike the previous stores, the atmosphere here seemed to carry the weight of time itself.
Soft spotlights shone precisely on the exquisite watches in the glass showcases, which lay quietly on velvet cushions like sleeping works of art.
The well-dressed and composed senior sales consultant immediately approached them, just the right amount of respect and professionalism on his face.
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