"For what reason?" I couldn't resist inquiring.
He turned to face me. "According to my mother, retail therapy helps women feel better when they're distressed."
My sibling suddenly chimed in. "I'm feeling down too. Let's go shopping together!"
William effortlessly pushed him aside and whisked me away.
En route, I attempted to clarify the situation to him, but he simply stated, "The past is behind us. I don't want you to reopen old wounds. Believe me—none of that matters to me."
"More importantly, I'm intrigued by your description of me as 'noble.' I appreciate it. Say it again!"
I couldn't suppress a chuckle at his playful tone.
By the time we returned, our purchases had filled not just the trunk but also the entire rear seat.
My brother looked on with envy, cradling our Persian cat with an exaggerated pout. Any lingering irritation from Ethan's visit quickly dissipated into laughter.