After a two-week trip to BILTON, Trevor brought Layla back to Avalon, settling into his apartment. Although Layla had wrecked the place before, Luna had arranged for a cleaning service to tidy it up and even added festive decorations.

Layla brought back a lot of things from Bilton, which were bought by Trevor, including jewelry, beautiful clothes, branded bags, and high-end cosmetics...

The total value of these items could easily buy a three-bedroom apartment in Avalon. Layla had a dream when she was young: leaving her family and having her own house. Therefore, the first thing she did after she came back to Avalon was to apply for an e-shop and sell all the precious things from Bilton on the Internet.

While Trevor went to work, Layla stayed home glued to her computer, constantly checking for updates on her listings. But after three days, nothing sold, and the lack of interest was driving her crazy.

Finally, on the afternoon of the fourth day, someone liked the light green dresses, and she consulted her online.

“Dear, this was bought from Bilton, and it took me thirty thousand dollars. It’s absolutely authentic with a tag.” Layla eagerly typed.

“Dear, I can give you a discount now and sell it to you for 18,000 dollars.”

“It’s the star’s style, and difficult to buy at home.”

Although she introduced a lot, the customer just said, ““18,000 dollars.! Are you robbing me? This kind of clothes is everywhere on the Internet. I can pay you 120 at most, and I’ll buy it if it includes shipping.”

After waiting so long, all Layla got was this ridiculous offer. There was no reasoning with such a buyer. Frustrated, she threw herself onto the couch, sulking. Moments later, she fell asleep.

When Trevor was back, she hadn’t closed the chat window, and what she had said to the customer were seen clearly by him.

“ Layla Evans!” He roared.

“Look at what you’ve done!” He spun the laptop toward her, glaring. 

“I... Err... Mmm...” Layla was awakened, and she couldn’t say any word. She didn’t expect Trevor to come back so early today.

Realizing there was no way to explain herself, she stayed silent.

Trevor sat on the couch in the study room, crossing his arms like a stern parent. “You usually talk so much—what, cat got your tongue now? Playing dumb, huh?“”

He was extremely angry, for she dared to sell the things he bought for her, and it was very infuriating.

“Why do you do so?” He lighted a cigar , something he always did when angry. Today, the little girl had driven him mad.

“They’re too fancy for me. Instead of putting those wastes away, I thought I’d put them to good use.” Her words did annoy Trevor, and he stood up and held the little girl in his arms, pinching her chin with one hand.

“Waste? I think you’re the biggest waste!” He was so angry that he wanted to beat her. He couldn’t believe she had the audacity to call his gifts “waste” and even sell them.

“That’s not what I mean! Just used a wrong phrase.” She was afraid of him when he was furious.

 Trevor sneered. “Wrong phrase? What do you know about phrases? You’re a 250-point high school flunk-out. What idioms could you possibly know?”“”

“Isn’t ‘waste utilization’ an idiom?” asked her shyly.

“Get out!” He was speechless, and he had to admit that she needed to study hard.

She left the room wisely.

Trevor had planned to take her to dinner tonight—after all, it was Valentine’s Day, and she was technically his wife. He’d even reserved a table at a fancy restaurant, coming home early to surprise her. But after this mess, his mood was completely ruined.

Knowing she’d messed up, Layla decided to make amends. With only 12 bucks in her pocket, she went to the nearest market and haggled fiercely to buy a bag of vegetables.

She returned and prepared a simple dinner—four dishes and a soup. After setting the table, she crept into the study. Trevor sat on the couch, eyes closed, still fuming.

“I, uh... made dinner. Are you hungry?” she asked cautiously. Trevor shot her a side glance but didn’t answer—he seriously doubted she could cook anything edible.

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