Chapter 92 Is It Difficult to Just Pin Someone Down and Kiss Them?
The car drove smoothly along. William quietly gazed at Isabella's pretty sleeping face.
A few minutes later...
William reached out and gently wiped away the drool from the corner of Isabella's mouth with his fingertip.
The little turtle slowly crawled out of the glass tank Isabella was cradling in her hands, settled on Isabella's leg, and stretched its neck to look around.
Just then, William's phone vibrated.
He glanced at it—it was Atticus calling.
"William, I heard that Orpheus spotted turtle is with you?"
William glanced at the little turtle on Isabella's leg and gave a faint acknowledgment.
Getting a positive answer, Atticus's eyes immediately lit up.
In recent years, the turtle-keeping community had been hyping up turtles, including various rare species. The most expensive species currently being hyped up was the small Orpheus spotted turtle, which could sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Atticus had always loved keeping turtles and collected all kinds of rare ones, but this Orpheus spotted turtle was too rare—he'd always wanted to buy one but couldn't.
"William, give me the turtle."
He knew William had no interest in turtles at all.
"I've already given it away," William said.
Atticus: "What?"
"Who did you give it to?"
"Isabella."
Atticus blinked. "Bro, how did you move so fast? I just heard from David that the turtle was delivered to you this afternoon. It's been less than two hours and you've already given it to Isabella?"
William said calmly, "Some things need to be done quickly."
Otherwise, who knows when the opportunity might be gone.
Atticus: "?"
Didn't get it.
William hung up directly, his gaze falling on Isabella's fair, soft face, his eyes darkening.
A few minutes later, William leaned toward Isabella.
The driver unintentionally caught this scene in the rearview mirror, his pupils widening slightly.
After all this time, was William finally going to make a move on this girl?
William's nose was almost touching Isabella's face, surrounded by the light fragrance emanating from Isabella's body, making him want to breathe it in deeply.
William's Adam's apple bobbed as his thin lips moved closer to Isabella's face.
Just then, Isabella turned her head to the other side.
William kissed the air.
William paused, then slowly moved toward Isabella's face again.
Just then, Isabella's whole body slid down from the seat a bit.
William kissed the air again.
He stared straight ahead, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
After a long moment, he had no choice but to sit up straight and resume his composed look.
The driver, having watched the entire process, frowned deeply.
He couldn't even land a kiss?
How hard is it to just hold someone and kiss them?
William was hopeless.
The car stopped in the mall parking lot.
William pinched Isabella's cheek to wake her up.
"We're here."
Isabella groggily opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. "Where's this?"
"Imperium Galleria."
Isabella made a sound of acknowledgment, stuffed the turtle on her leg back into the glass tank, placed the tank on the back seat, and got out of the car.
William took Isabella's hand and led her to the elevator, swiping a card to enter.
This was a VIP-only elevator that went directly to the top floor luxury goods area, where the world's top luxury clothing brands were gathered, along with private custom orders and limited editions.
After entering, William handed her the card he'd just used. "Take it."
Isabella took it groggily. "What for?"
"When you need clothes in the future, swipe the card and come up here to pick them out yourself."
This card was the only one of its kind in all of Imperium Galleria. It wasn't a VIP card, but William's own identity card. This was a mall under the Brown Group, so naturally, no one would dare charge anything when this card was presented.
Isabella looked up at him. "You make me good food and buy me clothes—how should I repay you?"
The elevator arrived.
William led Isabella out of the elevator, his gaze fixed straight ahead. "I don't need you to repay me."
Every sales associate on the entire top floor recognized William, because he'd been here before.
This time, William was leading a girl they'd never seen before past them, and the sales associates were all curious.
"Who is Mr. Brown holding hands with?"
She looked like a high school student.
William walked ahead with his long legs, while the girl stumbled along behind him being pulled, and most importantly, the girl was quite pretty—the kind of beautiful you couldn't look away from, though she looked like she hadn't fully woken up yet.
Kind of gave off sibling vibes.
William led Isabella into a store that looked quite suitable for her.
"See if there's anything you like."
Isabella looked around and pointed at a short skirt. "This one looks pretty good."
William glanced at it. "No, too short."
"Pick some things to wear at school, long sleeves and long pants," William said.
Isabella: "..."
She hadn't expected William to be such a conservative man.
The sales associate immediately pointed to a row on the left wall. "Mr. Brown, these are all youthful student casual wear, quite suitable for the young lady."
William asked Isabella, "Do you like any of these?"
Isabella stared blankly at the entire wall of clothes, thinking.
Not getting an answer, William said directly to the sales associate, "Pack up all of them in her size."
"Certainly. Miss, please come with me this way, I'll have someone take your measurements."
Isabella obediently followed.
After the measurements were taken, William handed the sales associate an address. "Deliver them here."
"Okay."
William led Isabella to the next store.
The employee who had just taken Isabella's measurements came out from inside and glanced at the sales associate. "Gaia, that was Mr. Brown just now?"
"Yes, you're new here. Remember this face from now on—don't offend him."
The employee looked at William and Isabella's retreating figures and frowned. "But the girl with Mr. Brown looks so shabby."
What kind of outfit was that?
"When I was taking her measurements just now, I noticed her clothes were even torn."
How could a girl like that know William?
She looked completely out of place standing next to William.
Hearing this, Gaia's expression changed, and she scolded in a low voice, "Don't look down on others."
The employee was startled by the reprimand.
Gaia narrowed her eyes and continued, "Don't judge her by those faded clothes she's wearing—that outfit has quite a background."
"It's a piece by the famous designer Wei that competed at the RealmDawn Global Fashion Show. The style may be simple, but there are no more than ten pieces worldwide, and the official website price is seven figures."
The employee was shocked. "Really?"
She hadn't noticed at all.
She'd thought it was cheap stuff.
"Of course it's real," Gaia said with certainty. "I majored in fashion design in college and watched that fashion show. That was from three years ago, so it's normal you wouldn't recognize it now."