Chapter 11: Croce Street

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Irene helped Ronald with his tie. “Why don’t you wear a military uniform? Why do you always wear a suit?” It was the first time she had seen someone who didn’t know how to wear a tie wear a suit.

Ronald put his arm around Irene’s slender waist and kissed her on the top of her head. “Good girl. You don’t want to see me wearing that.”

He was a soldier in a military uniform. As a soldier, he was bound to bleed. It was either him or someone else. He didn’t want Irene to see the rumored him.

The carriage brought the two of them to Croce’s market.

There were many people at the market. Irene did not expect Ronald to bring her here. Looking at Ronald holding her hand, it seemed that Ronald liked to hold her hand. Was he afraid that she would run away? Would he have more control if he held her hand?

Irene looked at Ronald, whose face was as sharp as a knife and an axe. Irene actually had the illusion that he would not kill her.

“We’ve been married for so long, and I haven’t given you any gifts. I don’t know what you like, so I brought you to the market.” Ronald tilted his head to look at Irene, but he saw Irene staring straight at him.

“You don’t like it here?” Irene was a high and mighty princess before she married him, so it was normal for her to dislike the noise and vulgarity here. Seeing that Irene did not answer, he said, “Then let’s go somewhere else.” He pulled Irene to get back into the carriage.

Irene grabbed his arm. “No, let’s go.”

How could she not like it? This place was much more comfortable than the palace. After all, she had lived in such an environment for almost twenty years.

Irene had sharp eyes. She saw that there were many people gathered up front, and it was very lively. She picked up her skirt and ran in that direction.

Ronald smiled. It turned out that his little white rabbit also had a lively side. After Ronald squeezed to the front row with difficulty, he saw his wife playing the accordion with a man playing the saxophone.

Ronald’s good mood that just appeared felt like someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him. He was cold from head to toe.

Ronald’s eyes were locked on Irene. How could she work so well with another man? George was an idiot. The note didn’t say that Irene could play the accordion!

At the end of the song, the two put down their instruments and bowed to the crowd.

When Ronald saw that the man wanted to hug Irene, he couldn’t help it anymore. He strode forward and pulled Irene away.

Irene observed his dark expression and asked carefully, “You’re not happy. Are you… jealous?” After asking this question, Irene regretted it. They had only known each other for a short time. She had only played a song with someone else, so it shouldn’t be..

“You know, but you still ask.” Irene’s thoughts were interrupted.

Irene could hear the arrogance in Ronald’s tone and knew that he wasn’t really angry. She deliberately teased him and pretended to be serious. “Then why don’t you know how to play the saxophone? I haven’t blamed you yet. Tell me, how are you going to make it up to me?”

Ronald was shocked by Irene. How did it become his fault?

He thought about it again. Other than fighting, he didn’t have any other specialties. He only had money, so he said, “I’ll buy you jewelry?”

Irene was just teasing him, but she didn’t expect him to be surprised. Irene didn’t refuse. “Okay.”

This time, it was Ronald’s turn to be good at what he did. He led Irene around and walked into a small shop. “Don’t think that the shop is small. The styles here are the latest from Croce,” Ronald explained, afraid that Irene would dislike it.

The old man sitting behind the counter heard the door open and didn’t even raise his head. “Welcome. What style do you want this time?”

Ronald casually sat down on the sofa and said, “Come and make a set of diamond jewelry for my wife.”

Irene listened to their conversation. They looked very familiar with each other. Ronald saw her confusion and explained, “I used to come here to buy jewelry for my mother.”

The old man looked up from behind the counter and took off his glasses. He looked at Irene who was standing in the middle of the store. With his back hunched, he approached Irene. After looking at her carefully, he returned to the counter and polished the unfinished gemstones.

“Diamonds don’t suit Madam. She’ll look better with rubies.”