You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)

Chapter 20

Upon hearing Coralie's words, Skylar's calm eyes looked a little unhappy. "The only value you have is

to be a good-luck-bride."

"I know. You don't need to remind me."

Coralie restrained the feeling of loss in her eyes.

She felt that she was acting a little strange recently. Sometimes she knew exactly what Skylar would

say, but she still would hope for a different answer.

"Why? Do you wish to extend the contract?"

Skylar was still grabbing on her hand, showing no intention of letting her go, but his grip was slightly

looser than before.

He stared at her as he waited for her to answer.

"I don't wish to extend the contract."

Coralie answered without hesitation.

"You don't want to renew the contract? Isn't it good to be Mrs. Holland?"

Listening to her reply, his expression obviously turned ugly. His handsome face which was initially calm Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

became cold as if it was covered with a layer of frost. It was so cold that it was scary to look at.

"What's so good about renewing the contract? You've been mean to me every day. Whatever I do, you

kept reminding us about our monetary relationship. After all, I'm not getting any younger. I don't have

any money nor a pretty face. At least, I should have a little self-respect."

Coralie smiled bitterly as she said.

Although her dignity was important, she was indeed no longer young. It wasn't something enjoyable to

her for her dignity to be trampled by Skylar whenever he liked.

Skylar didn't say anything.

Coralie did not continue too.

There was a dead silence in the car.

The car drove in the direction of the shopping mall. When it was about to reach the entrance of the

mall, Skylar suddenly said, "If I stop mentioning that the relationship between us is just a monetary one,

will you renew the contract with me?"

His voice was so soft that it couldn't be heard.

"What? President Holland, what are you talking about? I didn't hear it clearly."

Coralie was focused on the scenery outside, she only turned around when he heard him speaking.

Skylar looked at her expression, and it was full of doubt. It seemed that she really hadn't hear him

clearly.

He said coldly, "Nevermind."

Then he took out a black credit card from his wallet and handed it to her.

"What are you doing? I have a card."

Coralie was puzzled. She knew that she was going to buy clothes today, so she took the card that

Skylar had previously given her. After all, she couldn't wear cheap clothes to attend the Holland family's

banquet.

She understood all of these.

Although she refused, Skylar still put the card in her hand and said, "The 5 million dollars is to buy one

year of your time. Since I asked you to buy clothes, of course, I'll pay for it"

"Oh, President Holland had the figures well calculated."

What he wanted to express was that he should be the one paying for Coralie's clothes.

But when he said that, it was difficult for people to understand what he really meant.

However, Coralie did not continue to refuse, in case Skylar reminded her again about the deal between

them.

"You go in first. I'll go back to the company and come see you later."

"Okay."

Coralie took the credit card and got off the car. Skylar left in his car.

This shopping mall was the most high-end shopping mall in A City.

There were a total of 9 floors in the shopping mall, from men's wear, women's clothing, children's

clothing, shoes, hats, jewelries, all of which were basically high-end brands.

It could be said that it was the gathering place of the notable young socialites in this city.

Coralie, a poor person who hadn't bought any new clothes for the past few years, might be driven away

by the security guards even if she was merely standing at the door, let alone to come in and shop

around.

But today, since Skylar had chosen the venue, she had no other choices.

Coralie went around on the first floor. Judging from the decorations of each store, even if she didn't

check the price of the clothes, she knew that they were very expensive.

However, Coralie casually picked out a skirt and checked the price tag.

It was 2,300 dollars.

With only one glance, Coralie felt a little discouraged. After all, Skylar did not specify the price range of

the dresses that she should buy. What if she went over the budget?

Coralie continued going around the mall again. In one of the shops, there was a beige-colored evening

dress. Although it had a simple cutting, it was very elegant. There was a diamond chain on the waist

which was not too eye-catching.

She could not help but to go into the store and asked the shop assistant, "Can I try on this dress?"

It was so beautiful that Coralie had even forgotten to ask about the price and wanted to try it on first.

The shop assistant did not move. She scrutinized Coralie's clothes, handbag and the watch that she

was wearing on her wrist. Then she glanced at her and said, "Try on? This dress costs 12,000 dollars.

Only the person who can afford it can try it on."

As she spoke, the shop assistant could not hide her condescending look on her face.

It seemed that talking to her was a waste of her time.

"Are you sure that I can't afford it?"

Coralie was a little unhappy. Although she was poor, she was sponsored by Skylar today. Apart from

anything else, she should be able to afford a dress worth more than 10,000 dollars.

"I'm certain. I have been working here for many years. Everything you have on you is worth less than

the sleeve of this dress. You really want to try it on? If it is stained, you might not be able to afford it

even if you sold all of your possessions.

The sales assistant leaned against the corner and was playing with her mobile phone.

"How much is this dress?"

While Coralie was being angry at how the shop assistant had spoken to her, a familiar voice came from

behind. Her finger was pointing at the dress that Coralie had her eye on.

"Sister, you're here. Come and sit inside. I'll get one that's of your size for you to try it on."

The assistant looked up and saw the person behind Coralie. Her expression instantly changed, and

she immediately rushed over to that person.

That person walked into the store arrogantly and "accidentally" turned back. When she saw Coralie,

she looked surprised and said. "Sister Corrie, what are you doing here?"

"She doesn't have any money, yet she wants to try on your dress."

The shop assistant was good at talking. Even before she paid, she spoke as if the dress had already

belonged to Alison Herman.

However, Coralie knew Alison's condition better than anyone else. With her financial status, she

wouldn't be able to afford a dress that was worth 12,000 dollars, even if Howard were to sponsor her.

"Haha, if she likes it, let her buy it then. It doesn't matter whether I get to buy it or not."

"Sister, don't say that. When this dress first came in, I immediately thought of you. At that time, I

thought, the dress will look perfect on you."

The shop assistant didn't even need to prepare for a draft, she just continued on and on with her

flattering words.

However, Alison was really vulnerable to such flattery. She took the dress that the shop assistant had

found for her and went into the fitting room. Before entering, she said to Coralie, "Sister Corrie, don't go

yet. Be my style adviser since you're here."

Coralie indeed stood there and did not move an inch, not because she had heard Alison calling her.

She could tell that Alison was not suited for this dress at all.

Her legs were short, hence the midi length of the dress did not flatter her figure.

As expected, when Alison came out wearing the dress, her short legs were immediately highlighted.

"Isn't it beautiful? Sister Corrie?"

Alison turned around and asked Coralie for her opinion.

"As long as you like it."

After Coralie finished speaking, she wanted to leave.

"What do you mean by as long as she likes it? This dress is obviously made for her. Don't be a bad

sport just because you couldn't afford it."

It was obvious that the shop assistant was dissatisfied with Coralie's answer. Generally speaking, it

meant that it did not look good.