Chapter 72: Chapter 72

"Isn’t it inappropriate for me to wear such an expensive item?"

Jacob Green seemed indifferent, "The gift was given to me, so it’s mine. I have the right to decide its destination. Instead of locking it away in the treasure room unseen, why not let my wife show its value? That’s its purpose, after all. Plus, you are so beautiful, it should count itself lucky to be your accessory."

The words made Lucy Eaton’s heart feel sweet, "When did you become so articulate?"

"I won’t hold back on compliments when it comes to you." Jacob Green thought about how her driving license had arrived today and instructed Oliver Green, "Go tell Afeng to pick up a new car for the Young Madam from the 4S store."

"Aren’t there over a dozen cars in your garage? I’m fine using them for work, why buy a new one?"

"Those cars are too masculine. They’re not suitable for you. Afeng will choose one that’s more fitting for you."

Seeing his decision, Lucy Eaton didn’t argue further.

Once Oliver Green left, Jacob Green said something that moved her deeply.

"Lucy, I wish I could give you the best things in the world, as long as you want them, and as long as I have them."

"I’ve already given you all my best, Jacob." Lucy Eaton’s eyes were a bit moist, "My first kiss was yours, my first time was yours, my first love was with you, my husband is you, and my heart belongs to you. Everything I consider my best is already yours."

The heart that had once died was revived for the most important reason: he offered what she desired most.

Even though she didn’t know how long it would last, she didn’t regret any of her decisions.

The couple gazed into each other’s eyes and smiled simultaneously.

"Is James Foster here?"

"Yes, he is." Mia Townsend recognized the girl in front of her as Chloe White, James Foster’s girlfriend, "But he’s busy right now. You can sit on the sofa and wait for him to finish."

Chloe White nodded and took her bag to the sofa to sit.

Looking at the bustling first floor, she casually picked up the price list lying on the sofa.

Scanning it from top to bottom, she thought the expenses here were quite high.

Not something an average person could afford.

How much money does one need to earn here daily?

Feeling bored as she waited, she played with her phone for nearly two hours before James Foster finished his tasks.

He led her to a private room, "Sorry, it’s just been too busy."

"No worries, your work is important. I didn’t expect it to be this busy." Follow current novᴇls on novel✶fire.net

"Yes, business has always been good."

"I looked at that price list earlier. Your salon and wellness services are really expensive."

"Of course, it’s a prime location, and our salon mainly serves mid to high-end clients. Those unwilling to spend wouldn’t come here to consume." James Foster handed her a bottle of drink and sat beside her.

"What’s your store’s daily turnover?"

"It’s not convenient for me to disclose that. We have rules."

"But I’m not an outsider, fine, I won’t pressure you." Chloe White linked her arm with his, "What’s your monthly salary here, you can tell me that, right?"

"My salary isn’t fixed; I take a share, ten percent of the monthly total turnover."

"Seriously?" Chloe White understood something, "Is it just you who takes a share or are there several?"

"Three people take ten percent; Lucy herself takes seventy percent."

Chloe White showed envy, "My mom was right, a woman’s success is determined more by the man she marries than her own efforts. Look at your friend, she didn’t have to struggle and can be a life’s winner because of her husband."

James Foster raised an eyebrow, "First, do you think marrying well is easy? It might be harder than doing well professionally, without effort finding a good husband? Who told you that? Secondly, Lucy isn’t just a top student from Ningham City’s renowned medical university; she’s also someone who holds a level five qualification certificate from a funeral home. Why does she seem like a useless person in your words?"

Noticing his anger, Chloe White promptly said, "Why are you getting worked up? I didn’t mean that."

"I won’t let anyone say anything bad about her, be it my girlfriend or wife, I hope you understand that."

"I promise I won’t say anything bad about her ever again, is that okay?"

James Foster was reluctant to argue, changing the topic, "How many boyfriends have you had before?"

"I’ve dated a few, and you?"

"Dated one, a classmate from when I studied hairdressing."

"Why did you break up?"

James Foster was honest, "She felt I was in contact with Lucy more than with her, that I was better to Lucy. She hated Lucy and said she wouldn’t allow me to keep associating with Lucy after marriage, so I broke up with her."

"Even if the friendship is great, it’s still just friendship. You dumped your girlfriend because of friends. I think you didn’t love her enough. If you loved her so much that you couldn’t be without her, you wouldn’t have done that. Every woman hopes to be the most important in her boyfriend or husband’s heart."

"In my heart, my girlfriend and Lucy are equally important, with no distinction in rank."

Though Chloe White was a bit displeased, she didn’t show it at all, "I can certainly accept her. She’s your friend, naturally, she’s my friend too."

James Foster’s demeanor softened a bit, "Then there’s no issue."

Tonight, John Green has to work the night shift again. Mia Townsend returned to her place at ten, hungry, and prepared two servings of midnight snack.

She ate one serving herself and packed the other in a lunch box to bring to the hospital.

When the elevator doors opened, three young doctors stepped out, laughing and chatting as they walked.

"John Green is really attractive, no wonder Sweet asked to change shifts to be on duty with him."

"Late at night, a lone man and woman in one room, could sparks fly?"

"Very possible, should we go back and check?"

"We’ve come this far, what’s the point of going back?"

Mia Townsend entered the elevator, feeling cautious about this person named Sweet.

She believed there could be genuine friendships between men and women, like Lucy Eaton and James Foster who grew up together. She could see that their friendship was genuine.

But not everyone is like that.

From the elevator to John Green’s office, her emotions were like a roller coaster.

There weren’t many people in the corridor.

Once at the door, she didn’t hesitate a bit and grabbed the door handle to push it open.

Sweet was leaning in close to John Green’s side, their heads almost touching, studying patient cases.

Seeing her enter, Sweet immediately stood upright and, noticing the lunch box in Mia Townsend’s hand, she smiled and said, "We just had supper, John should have told you earlier."