He Watched Me Shine Without Him novel Chapter 102

Houston said, "I know you don't like these worldly things, but girls always attend friends' banquets. Wearing jewelry is also a way to show respect to your friends. Don't you think so?"

Rose had no words to refute him.

Houston held Rose's hand and walked into the shop, directly naming the style he wanted "I'll take the Blooming Iris."

The salesperson's face showed surprise as she carefully examined the newcomers. The man's distinguished and extraordinary demeanor made her cautious.

"Sir, please wait a moment."

Soon, the salesperson returned with the necklace "Blooming Iris." The design of the pendant was particularly ingenious, with a blue gemstone in the center surrounded by blooming iris flowers. The necklace had a crystal-clear luster, and Rose actually liked this necklace quite a bit.

Houston picked up the necklace and asked Rose, "Do you like it?"

Rose, however, asked him, "Is it expensive?"

Houston looked up and thought for a moment, then explained with a complex theory of relativity, "The answer to this question varies from person to person. Everyone has different concepts and perceptions of money. For example, if you have ten thousand dollars, do you think something that costs one dollar is expensive?"

Rose shook her head, "No, it's not."

Houston then said, "Then the price of this necklace is not expensive for me either."

Rose happily accepted the gift.

While the salesperson was packaging the gift box, she chatted with Rose casually.

"Madam, the gentleman is so nice to you. You must be very happy."

Rose, unaware of the necklace's eight-figure value and the salesperson's admiring intentions, simply smiled coldly and ignored the comment.

Houston added, "I'm even happier."

Just then, the sales manager suddenly rushed over, almost tripping, "I'm sorry, miss, but we can't sell you the Blooming Iris. One of our long-term customers has already ordered it, and we prioritize our regular clients."

Seeing the anxious look on the young woman's face, Rose magnanimously placed the jewelry box on the counter, saying, "Take it."

Houston, however, suddenly pressed down on it, "Buying things should follow the principle of first come, first served."

"But she is our long-term customer. Her monthly spending at our store is the highest. If we lose such a big client, can you compensate for the loss?" The manager, thinking of the long-term client's prestigious status, spoke with a certain amount of bravado.

Houston glared at the domineering sales manager, his eyes filled with a dangerous aura.

Do I look like an easy target? Is this little someone really going to act so outrageously in front of me?

With a cold expression, Houston scolded the overbearing manager, "What if I refuse to return it?"

Rose looked at Houston and then at Charlotte, sensing the tense atmosphere between them. Her eyes widened in surprise.

Adhering to the principle of respecting her elders, she offered to step back, "Houston, let her have the necklace. I don't really like these worldly things anyway."

"My grandfather's birthday is coming up, and you need to wear it to his birthday celebration. This Blooming Iris is a blessing for him," Houston said.

Rose replied, "But if your mother wants it——"

The word "mother" suddenly enraged Houston. He lost control and shouted at Rose, "Who told you she's my mother? My mother is already dead... I don't have a mother anymore."

His frantic behavior was terrifying, and both Charlotte and the waitress shrank back in fear.

Rose watched as Houston's veins bulged, and even his fingertips trembled violently from his agitation.

Not wanting to further provoke him, Rose looked at him worriedly, hoping he would calm down gradually.

However, Charlotte, acting with the authority of an elder, mustered the courage to sternly reprimand Houston for his outburst, "Houston, how can you lose your temper with Rose? Look at how scared you've made her!"

She intended to ingratiate herself with Rose, hoping to make Rose obedient to her as a mother-in-law.

Houston, being as astute as he was, knew full well her sinister intentions. He glared at Charlotte with such hatred that it seemed like he could devour her.