###Chapter 372 Stumbles Along – Part 5

I looked at the two of them in front of me. I didn't say much, and I was ready to leave.

As I brushed past Nicole, my arm was stopped by her, "I will not give up and I do not intend to give up. I cannot get defeated, Ivelle. And you cannot win."

I couldn't help feeling that I thought too highly of Nicole just then. I looked sideways at her, and I raised my eyebrows. "He is not a weak man. He knows what he likes and he can get what he wants. He did not love you before and he will not love you in the future. If you want to destroy me, then I will stay with you to fight you until the end. Of course, if you want to destroy us, I think you are daydreaming. After all, everything you are attached to now belongs to him. Including the men around you, once you destroy him, you destroy yourself."

I realized that her friendship with Kian and Brad was only tied to Jordan, but they were both still very important for her. If Nicole really wanted to do something to Jordan, it would be expected that Kian and Brad would not stand idly by.

She hummed coldly and let me go. "Then we'll see."

Most people let go of their feelings and move on with their lives after the passage of time. Nicole's feelings for Jordan were very strange because they couldn't seem to go away.

At first, I thought it was real love, but over time I found that it was not. Perhaps it was dependence or obsession. Jordan took care of her for many years and she became used to being the only woman he cared about. One day when this mindset of Nicole's has finally gone away, then her heart would have changed also.

At the clothing store, Frida has already picked out several sets of luxury clothes, and when she saw me come in, she asked, "Did she threaten you?"

I smiled and my eyes fell on her paper bags containing clothes. "Didn't you say you want to buy jewelry? Why did you buy clothes instead? "

She shrugged her shoulders and stood in front of the mirror to examine her figure. "Recently, I found that I had almost no clothes left to wear. Moreover, although the winter in the capital is cold, I still have to prioritize my appearance."

I smiled. Women seemed to be always in pursuit of beauty in this life. They were lovely when they were young, sexy when they were teenagers, and intellectually elegant when entering middle age. Beauty indeed varies from age to age.

I accompanied her for a while, and seeing that I didn't seem to have any plans of buying, she sighed. "Are you saving money for a family fortune as big as Jordan's?"

I was surprised and shook my head. "No, I just don't like buying clothes very much, and I have them all at home anyway."

My reason for buying clothes was only to keep myself warm, so I have no desire to buy a new one now.

She was speechless. "Fortunately, Jordan protected you well. Otherwise, people in the media would have known right away that you are the wife of Jordan as soon as they saw you, and they would probably have to write so many articles complaining about your fashion sense."

She pulled me, picked out the latest new clothes for the season, looked at me, and said, "You try it!"

"No, I won't." My refusal was blocked by her when she didn't move the clothes away from me. "What do you think you do when you go shopping and don't buy anything?"

"But I really don't have to buy it!" During my four years in Primrose, I have been used to wearing simple and thick clothes almost every day. The pleasure of shopping for things I didn't need was never strong to me.

She exclaimed, "Then I wonder if you are truly a woman. There is always a dress missing in a woman's wardrobe. No one can ever be bothered just trying it on."

Unable to beat her, I went into the fitting room and changed into the clothes she had chosen for me.

I have probably lost weight recently for the knitted blouses and casual trousers were too big for me and the pants looked a little loose.

Seeing that I didn't go out for a long time, Frida said, "Are you ready?"

I opened the door and tucked my knitted coat into my trouser waist. She looked at it, though it was good enough, and said, "Here, it's perfect with a camel coat. Your long hair can be rolled up."

With that, she started and reached out to help me tie it up.

At 5 feet and 9 inches tall, while wearing high heels, Frida was a whole head taller than me.

After she helped me finish it, she snapped her fingers, called the front desk, and said, "Wrap up the other pieces I picked out. Please throw away the clothes she's not wearing anymore. Thank you!"

I was surprised for a moment, and I couldn't help saying, "Hey, that dress can still be worn."

She shrugged. "I know it's a trend from a high-end luxury brand a few years ago, but it's out of fashion this year. Why do you still wear it?"

Jordan brought those kinds of clothes to his former villa four years ago. After I came back from Primrose, he asked Felix to dispose of some of them, but the clothes were comfortable, so I often wore them still. I didn't care when it was bought.

Now that she told me that it's out of style, I seemed to be quite corny.

She bought a lot of things she wanted.

After we finished our shopping, I was going to take a taxi back home and she will drive herself without calling a driver.

Looking at the things in big and small paper bags, we couldn't help but worry. She thought about it for a while, took out her cell phone, and called Zayn.

I never thought that a strong girl with a straightforward temper would have such a gentle tone when talking to the person she liked.

"Zayn, I'm at the mall downtown. Come and help me with my things. It's too much for me to carry!"

I looked at the big bags and small bags on the ground, and for a moment I felt that the woman was a little hypocritical. These were all clothes and jewelry, and a little more, but it was not impossible to carry.

She hung up the phone, looked at me with an inexplicable look, and said, "It's not that I can't lift it, but sometimes, a woman should show weakness. Whenever I am around him, I can't unscrew the bottle cap, lift heavy objects, or even cross the main road with puddles."

I was shocked, and I could not help laughing. The woman was responsible for gentle understanding, while the man is responsible for the protection and caring.

Seeing me in a daze, she blinked, took out her cell phone, and dialed out.

"Jordan, are you off duty now?" I didn't expect that she would call him.

I stared at her directly, signaling to hang up the phone. How could she call Jordan so casually?

She directly ignored the look in my eyes and continued, "We're at Downtown Mall, come and help carry things."

She was the only one who ever dared to say this to Jordan.

After hanging up the phone, she looked at me and raised her eyebrows. "Jordan said that he would be here in exactly ten minutes."

I admired her bravely a little, gave her a thumbs-up, and sat down to wait.

After a long and tiring walk, I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as I sat down. Frida stepped on her high heels and rubbed her feet and complained, "It hurts to death. I shouldn't wear these next time."

"How can you wear five centimeters or seven centimeters? My shoes are already so painful even though there were no heels. Try wearing ones that don't have heels." I told her mindlessly.

She tilted her head and looked at me, rubbing her chin, and suddenly smiled, "Ivelle, when do you think of me as a friend?"

I was confused. "Aren't we friends now?"

She shook her head. "No, if I say my feet hurt, you should just ignore me, but you just give me advice calmly right now, which shows that you regard me as an ordinary friend who has known each other for a few times, not a good friend."