I almost couldn't control my facial expression. Looking at Evan, I asked, "What is the average price for all of these pieces of jewelry?"
I was a realist, and I wasn't ashamed of asking for the price since I recognized basically none of the brands of jewelry.
Evan answered me with a straight face, "These pieces are designed and made by famous designers with much patience and diligence. So, the average price will be around twenty million dollars."
My mouth fell agape, and I turned to stare at Hendrix. I solemnly said, "Hendrix, I don't like these things. Ask them to return them!"
Twenty million dollars wasn't a small amount. Only a filthy rich person would spend this whopping sum of money.
Hendrix frowned, "You don't like all of them?" While he was waiting for my answer, his gaze swept through the opened suitcases that were filled with the jewelry.
I nodded earnestly, "Yes, I don't like all of them."
"Leave all of them here, then," Hendrix gestured to Evan. "Next time, be patient and wise when you're picking the items. Don't make useless efforts."
Evan was dumbfounded at the sudden admonish, and he turned solemn when he grasped the situation.
After being a part of the workforce for two years, I could apprehend the hidden meaning between the lines. Hendrix was clearly telling Evan off that he wasn't doing his job right.
Evan instructed the people to leave the jewelry behind, and he left after reporting some trivial things to Hendrix.
Looking at the jewelry left behind, I stared at Hendrix speechlessly. "Hendrix, you're too generous to me!"
Then, I turned around and went back to the bedroom without seeing his reaction.
I didn't usually wear jewelry, so the accessories were no different from garbage to me. And Hendrix insisting to keep them-despite I had clearly told him that I didn't need them-was no different than throwing money down the drain.
Hendrix trailed behind me back to our bedroom. Fortunately, he wasn't mad about the things Aaron had sent anymore. However, if I want him to put this behind his mind, he wanted me to buy a belt for him too.
"Hendrix, please make an appointment with Doctor Saunders if you have problems. Stop making things difficult for me!" Something must be wrong for him to have made such a request.
"If you can buy one for Aaron with your earned money, why can't you buy one for me? I'm your husband, and he's only your brother, isn't it?" The words sounded odd coming out of his mouth.
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