Chapter 218 The Grocery Run
Chapter 218 The Grocery Run
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For a split second, Anneliese thought Jonathan was about to kiss her through the car window–until he frowned and asked in a low voice, “What happened to your face?”
Snapping out of her daze, she blinked in confusion. “Huh? What about my face?”
Jonathan’s fingers shifted slightly as he pinched her chin, his thumb brushing over the spot from her right check down to the corner of her jaw.
“Hm…” A faint sting made her wince, and that was when she remembered. Back in the store, the woman’s nails had scratched her. It had hurt at the time, but the pain quickly faded, and she had forgotten all about
- it.
“It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”
Jonathan gave the mark another glance before finally letting her go. “You were heading to the supermarket?”
“Yeah. The food your grandmother brought last time was mostly ready–made. So, I bet there isn’t much fresh meat or vegetables left in the fridge.”
He nodded, then walked around the car, opened the passenger door, and slid into the seat beside her. By the time Anneliese realized what was happening, he had already buckled himself in.
“Drive,” he said, arching a brow as he looked at her.
She gaped at him. “You’re coming to the supermarket with me?”
“I eat too. Can’t leave everything to you.”
As much as it caught her off guard, his reasoning made perfect sense. Anneliese immediately accepted it, waved at Zion in the Maybach up ahead, and then hit the gas.
Funny enough, she had never sat in Jonathan’s passenger seat before, yet here he was, sitting in hers. The oddness of it made her steal glances at him twice while driving.
Jonathan, however, seemed perfectly at ease–even a little intrigued. It was his first time riding in a passenger seat; usually, he either drove himself or sat in the back. He had to admit, the experience wasn’t half bad.
His mind drifted to her trip to the watch shop. He let his eyes wander around the car, but there was no sign of a watch box. Anneliese hadn’t mentioned anything about giving him a gift either. He figured she must have tucked it away. No rush. Maybe she’s waiting to surprise me after dinner.
At the supermarket, Jonathan immediately went to push a cart. The place wasn’t too crowded, and Anneliese headed straight for the fresh produce section.
“Anything you’re craving?” she asked. When there was no answer, she turned around–only to find Jonathan missing. Startled, she retraced her steps and spotted him standing by the aisle of indoor slippers, seriously examining the display.
She hurried over. “You want slippers?”
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Without looking at her, he reached for a pair of pink, fuzzy women’s slippers. “For you.”
Anneliese froze for a moment. She had been to his place plenty of times, but he didn’t own women’s slippers. Each time, she had worn disposable ones. With a few more days ahead of her cooking for him, a proper pair really would be more convenient.
And it was just a pair of slippers–not exactly a waste. Smiling, she nodded. “Sure. These are… cute.” She eyed the fluffy pink pair with rabbit ears, never imagining Jonathan’s taste could be so girlish.
“Glad you like them.” He dropped them into the cart.
“Should we pick a pair for your grandmother too?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No need. She doesn’t come by often.” In truth, he didn’t think they would be living at Maple Bay for much longer. If she agreed to marry him, Maple Bay would no longer be necessary.
“Still, maybe buy a pair to keep around,” Anneliese insisted. “Disposable slippers aren’t safe–they’re slippery. Better to have a spare.”
Just like at her own place. Even though her grandmother in Baytree barely came to Oceaton once a year, Anneliese always kept a pair of slippers ready for her.
She picked out a dark red pair–light, soft, and nonslip–and held them up. “How about these?”
Jonathan’s lips curved faintly as he took them and set them in the cart. But then he stopped walking altogether, his feet rooted to the spot.
Puzzled, Anneliese looked at him. He looked right back, eyes steady.
“What?” she asked, tilting her head..
When he saw that she hadn’t caught on in the slightest, a wave of frustration and helpless longing swept through him. His elegant features dimmed with a trace of disappointment. “Sigh…”
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