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Shelly was touched but hesitated upon hearing the price.

No matter how beautiful it looked, her interest in the item faded if the price exceeded her estimation.

"Let's go somewhere else!" Shelly wanted to pull Hayden out of the shop.

Since they managed to purchase four dolls at normal prices, she wanted to find another store that sold products that were not overly expensive.

Hayden remained unwavering. "You like this shawl, right? We can buy this and go elsewhere after that."

The price of the shawl hardly meant anything to him. He rarely went shopping, and anything one could find in ordinary shops was not expensive for him.

Since Shelly seemed to like the shawl, he wanted to buy it for her.

He did not care if Shelly wanted to keep the shawl for herself or give it to Avery.

Shelly knew that Hayden had more money than he could spend, but she pulled him out of the store regardless and said, "Let's see if there's anything better. If not, we can come back and buy it, okay?" "Sure," Hayden agreed, following her lead. "If you're getting a gift for my mom, should we get something for my dad, too?"

"I don't know what your dad would like," Shelly replied honestly. "I have no idea what he likes or what he might need. Your two sisters are very considerate, so I'm sure they've been giving him gifts regularly." "That's true," Hayden admitted. "I only give him a gift on his birthday, and it's the same gift every year."

"What do you give him?" Shelly asked curiously.

"Birthday cake," Hayden replied.

"Oh, do you make it yourself?" Shelly inquired.

"No, I order it from a cake shop," Hayden confessed.

Shelly was taken aback.

"We made an agreement: I provide the cake, and they give him the gifts," Hayden explained.

"I see. So what does your dad give you on your birthday?" Shelly wondered if his dad also gave him a cake.

After their brief interaction, Shelly noticed many similarities between Hayden and his father. They resembled each other in their words, actions, and even their physical appearances.

"All sorts of peculiar things," Hayden replied. "I have a special cabinet where I keep the gifts he gives me. I'll show it to you when I get the chance."

Shelly nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed. "What does your mom give you for your birthday?"

"My mom has a tailor make me a

new set of clothes. When I used to live in Bridgedale, she would visit and stay with me before my

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birthday," Hayden said with a gentle

expression on his face.

"I hope I can become a good mother like your mom." Shelly expressed her admiration.

"I hope you do," Hayden said.

They strolled through the street but could not find any shops that sold shawls finer than the one they had seen. Shelly had planned on letting it go and hoped that Hayden would forget, but Hayden remembered the shawls and said, "Let's buy that

shawl we first saw!"

Unable to resist, Shelly followed him back to the previous store. The shop owner recognized Hayden's wealth and quickly brought out a few shawls for him to see.

"These shawls are all handwoven by my grandmother. Each shawl takes at least two months to complete. My grandmother's eyesight is not very good, so she can only weave three to five shawls a year. Each shawl has a unique design that you won't find anywhere else," the owner explained and added, "You can feel the fabric. It's exceptionally soft and gentle on the skin..."

Shelly hesitated to touch it, afraid that if she did, she would feel obligated to buy it.

Hayden reached out and gently touched the fabric.