If it were the apartment he spoils his women with, it would be fine, but this is his "secret garden" where he lives alone. He is not used to letting any random women touch and dirty this place.
Thinking of this, though unwilling, Robert Thomson's face still took the keys and went out to drive.
In the inch-by-inch gold Swallow City, only the rich and privileged could buy such a luxurious villa. Therefore, the convenience store here is open 24 hours.
He quickly arrived at the foot of the mountain, just parked the car and rushed in. He was dazzled by the colorful display of sanitary pads in the cabinet.
The salesperson's voice rang out: "Welcome, what can I help you with?"
Robert didn't bother looking up: "I want sanitary pads."
The salesperson seemed a bit puzzled, as it was quite unusual for a grown man to buy sanitary pads late at night.
"—All right, what size and brand do you want?"
Robert frowned.
