Secret Wealthy Marriage

She could understand Bernard Taylor’s desire to present a perfect image to her parents, but this fretful version of Bernard was really dragging things out too much for Avery’s taste. In the end, she helped Bernard pick out a dark gray casual suit. Bernard had a good frame, naturally well-suited for clothes, so he really looked good in anything.

After all, that suit jacket would only need to be worn for the greeting. Once at her house, in order to show off, he would certainly want to help out with chores, right? Naturally, he wouldn’t be able to wear the jacket then, so the shirt was more important than the suit.

Avery also picked out a white shirt for Bernard because she loved seeing him in white. Whenever she saw Bernard in his white doctor’s coat, she thought he looked incredibly handsome, almost ethereally so, as if he wasn’t of this world.

They finally settled on the clothes, and after eating something casual at the mall, they began to approach various counters.

Avery felt Bernard was sweeping through the place like a raider, picking up men’s skincare, men’s supplements, women’s skincare, women’s supplements... She really wondered if Bernard ever thought to ask for her opinion. Her mother might occasionally use some skincare products, but her old man really disliked all that flashy stuff. She could hardly imagine her dad smearing those slippery products on his face without pulling a zombie-like expression.

But Avery couldn’t dissuade him because Bernard had already taken it upon himself to have everything wrapped up. Once a certain amount was purchased, delivery to the doorstep was offered, and Bernard had filled in her parents’ address, naturally also specifying a delivery time—twenty minutes before they would get home.

Avery was embarrassed. All right, then. She really didn’t understand what had gotten into Bernard.

After the skincare and supplements, there were over ten sets of clothing for each gender from the new seasonal line. When Avery tried to intervene, the shop owner wouldn’t hear of it, cheerfully swiping his card, of course, for home delivery as well.

Bernard was still contemplating what else was needed. For Uncle Graham, it naturally couldn’t be complete without cigarettes and wine. So, twenty cartons of name-brand cigarettes and twenty bottles of fine white liquor were going to be delivered to their house.