Peter Olsen couldn't stand it anymore. He reached out his hand to take some of the items, "Forget it, let me help you carry some, Susan. When did you develop a fetish for cleanliness? I never knew about this."
Susan Simpson: "… Peter, what do you know about me? You don't care about me at all!"
Her counter-accusatory tone made Peter Olsen frown: "Is that so?"
Susan feigned anger: "Yes, I've always had a fear of germs, but you've been too careless to notice. Remember that, okay~ Look, we're almost at the bridal shop! Let's hurry!"
Susan pulled him forward.
South Jenkins watched the two of them, unable to contain her frustration.
Her eyes quickly darted around before she stepped forward and said, "Sorry, Miss Simpson!"
Susan Simpson and Peter Olsen stopped and looked at her.
Susan frowned: "What's the matter?"
South Jenkins spoke up: "I suddenly need to use the restroom. Could you hold these items for a moment?"
