Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 812

Chapter 812 I Don't Have Anywhere To Use The Money

Damion picked out two more clothes that he thought looked good. As he turned around, he saw the girl pouting and looking at him.

"What's wrong? Don't you like them?" Damion's gaze fell on Ivy.

He hadn't noticed before, but she had been wearing T-shirts all along. Her collarbone was so beautiful.

Ivy stood on her tiptoes and whispered in Damion's ear, "I don't like this store."

Damion frowned slightly when he heard this and guessed what was going on.

He reached up and touched Ivy's head, saying, "Let's see if there is anything you like."

Actually, Ivy quite liked the dress she was wearing. But even so, she didn't want to buy anything from this store anymore.

Seeing her expression, Damion understood what she meant.

"Okay then. You go change your clothes first. We'll go look at other stores," said Damion.

Ivy immediately smiled and ran back to the fitting room.

The salesperson saw this and became nervous. Was that brat up to something?

She couldn't let a big spender slip away!

The salesperson walked over to Damion respectfully and asked, "Sir, do you need any help?"

Damion glanced at the salesperson and her thoughts were written all over her face - it was too obvious what she wanted. He didn't appreciate it one bit.

He naturally didn't have a good expression towards this kind of person.

The sudden drop in air pressure really startled the salesperson, making her hold her breath tightly.

Although she didn't know what the girl said, the salesperson had seen all kinds of people and naturally knew that this little lamb in hand was going to run away.

She dared not say much in front of this man but could only curse that girl in her heart.

She was truly a little vixen, using her coquettish skills to bewitch the man completely.

Ivy quickly changed clothes and ran up to Damion with her face looking up at him. "I'm ready, let's go," she said.

Damion responded with a nod and extended his hand to Ivy.

Although Ivy blushed as he led her along the way before, now she was much calmer.

She put her hand on Damion's hand and said, "Let's go."

The salesperson watched as the two walked away holding hands. She was so angry that it almost killed her but it couldn't affect Ivy anymore.

Right now she felt very happy but couldn't help stealing glances at Damion.

He really treated her too gently and too well. She didn't know how to describe her feelings but at this moment when Ivy held hands with Damion, she thought there might be some other possibilities between them.

With a grumpy tone of voice that couldn't hide her disappointment with his answer, Ivy responded with "Fine then."

Damion curved his lips into a smile as he carried the bag into Ivy's room and placed it in the closet.

"You can organize your own things from here on out. I won't help anymore," Damion said.

Ivy nodded obediently and replied sweetly, "Okay."

"Today, just organize things that you used today. Tomorrow you can do other stuff," Damion continued saying while motioning for her to follow him outside of the room where they could talk privately about something else.

Ivy looked at Damion with suspicion and asked, "What's going on?"

The two of them went back to the living room, where Damion handed Ivy a bank card and said, "The password is 123456. Use it as you need."

Ivy hesitated for a moment before accepting the card.

After a while, Ivy looked up at Damion and asked, "Why are you giving me this bank card?"

Damion replied, "I don't want you to work anymore. You don't have any financial resources right now. If you want to buy something but don't have any money on hand, I can't be with you all the time."

Ivy furrowed her brow and looked at Damion before saying, "But I don't really need money for anything right now."

Damion responded confidently, "You'll find ways to use it."