Melissa was at a loss for words.

She glanced at his impeccably tailored shirt, his crisply pressed suit trousers, and the elongated legs that could rival a fashion model's.

She knew his style inside out. After all, she had been managing his accessories lately.

Each of his watches was from designer brands and worth a small fortune.

And yet, here he was, eyeing her modest 300 dollars with interest.

Her lips curled in a mix of frustration and disbelief.

Marcus, ever amused by her discontent, led the way into the supermarket.

He directed her to push a shopping cart, meticulously picking out the finest, imported products.

Everything he picked came with a hefty price tag.

Melissa's complexion reddened as she murmured, “If we purchase this, we won't have much left for anything else."

She then hesitantly returned the box of lamb chops to the shelf.

Marcus lifted his head haughtily. “What do you suggest then?"

Feeling the heat on her cheeks, Melissa selected a more modestly priced package of Lamb chops, only one third of the price of the one he picked earlier.

Marcus scrutinized the expiration date, ensuring it was safe to consume before reluctantly adding it to the cart.

Subsequently, she replaced all his choices with more economical alternatives, and he was visibly irked. "I pay you a generous salary.

Can't you provide me with a decent meal?"

Melissa, picking up ginger, retorted, "This is what I normally eat.”

Truth be told, she often denied herself these small luxuries.

Today, however, she was more than willing to splurge on Marcus.

Usually, she could stretch 300 dollars to cover groceries for ten days.