Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
In the study.
Mirabella spread out a long piece of painting paper, the brush rendering on the white paper. It was the first time Romeo saw her painting.
She had her hair simply tied up, plain and simple, but with an outstanding temperament.
Romeo had no idea she could paint, and so well at that.
Could it be that she had another identity as a painter?
Just two hours later, Mirabella had completed a painting.
Romeo held her from behind, admiring her work and deeply impressed by her vision and perspective.
How high must her level be to complete such a work?
“Could you paint one for me when you have time?” Romeo kissed her cheek softly, watching her reaction.
Mirabella smiled. “My paintings aren’t cheap.”
“No problem, I can afford it.”
Forget about money, he would give anything, even his life.
“So what kind of painting do you want?” Mirabella asked.
“Just us.”
Their intimate shadows reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window next to them.
“Like this, is it okay?” Romeo pointed to their reflections on the window.
“Sure.”
Mirabella took out more painting paper, sketching the scene where Romeo was holding her from behind while she was painting.
The figures of the two were vivid and realistic, and the expressions were captured perfectly. Even the masterpiece that Mirabella painted was reproduced on the paper again.
Romeo didn’t expect Mirabella’s painting skills to be even better than he imagined. “Have you been painting since you were a kid?”
“Yep.” Mirabella didn’t hide it, “it was also taught by one of my grandfathers.”
Her grandpa was the one who taught her all her skills.
Mirabella finished the painting in just an hour. There was no signature on it, but Romeo had someone send an expensive frame, planning to hang it on the wall of his study.
Just then, Mirabella’s phone vibrated again.
[Mirabella, there’s another order! Someone wants you to write an uplifting song, and you can name your price.]
Could it be Romeo?
Thinking about this, Mirabella glanced at Romeo.
Romeo was still admiring her painting, looking at her with eyes full of affection and gentleness.
It couldn’t be him.
Mirabella no longer had any doubts. [When do they want it done?]
[Tomorrow or the day after is fine.]
Without thinking much, Mirabella named her price at ten million dollars, hung up the phone, and told
Romeo, “I need to go to the piano room.”
Mirabella was going to play the piano?
Such a great opportunity, of course, Romeo wouldn’t miss it. He followed Mirabella to the piano room, watched her sit down at the piano, open the cover, think for a moment, and then start to play.
It seemed like she was tuning, or maybe composing, stopping now and then. Romeo wondered if she had received some big order. Was she writing a song for someone?
Mirabella recalled many things, those beautiful images turned into jumping notes, and she quickly composed a song.
Romeo looked at the time, it was only an hour, and Mirabella had composed such a beautiful song.
Her musical skills had improved again.
“How do you think?” Mirabella stopped and asked him.
“Good, it’s relaxing.”
That’s exactly the effect Mirabella was aiming for, but she always felt that something was not good enough. After playing it a few more times, she found the problem and made improvements.
“I’ll play it one more time for you.”
Romeo didn’t expect that he would have the honor to be her first audience. He nodded, his eyes full of admiration and love.
Mirabella played the improved piano piece one more time. Romeo praised, “It’s even better than the one just now. You added a new melody, it makes me remember the good old times.”
That’s exactly the feeling Mirabella wanted. She took out her phone and sent a message to Jack,
[Done.]
Jack sent a string of question marks: [????]
Just a few hours passed, Mirabella’s work efficiency was too high, right?
A painting, a song, just like that, done?
“I’ll contact them.” Half an hour after Jack left, he called Mirabella again. “Mirabella, the person who ordered the piano piece specifically wants to meet you and hear you play it in person.”
Did he not believe she was the composer just because she composed too quickly, doubting her identity or abilities?
“And the person who ordered the painting said he wants to give it to someone very important, so if the painting can’t satisfy him, he hopes you can modify it in person.”
Mirabella asked again, “Are these two orders from the same person?”
“No.” Jack, worried about upsetting the boss, hurriedly flattered, “Boss, we’ve got twenty million dollars.
Why don’t we take a trip? It’s better than staying at home and watching Romeo, right?”
Mirabella: What’s wrong?
“After all, watching Romeo not only doesn’t make us money but also wastes our time.”
Mirabella glanced at the gloomy man next to her and replied, “Romeo heard it.”
“Oh my.” Jack didn’t expect Romeo to always be by the boss’s side.
He explained, “I mean, you’ve got plenty of time to hang out with Romeo, now make a little more money, so that those medical projects can start.”
“It’s too late,” Mirabella said. “He’s already pissed.”
“I’m screwed now; he’s definitely going to punish me, Ms. Bennett, you gotta help me!” Jack sent out a bunch of SOS emojis, whether he was crying or laughing was hard to tell. He had once praised Romeo, why didn’t Romeo hear it?
“Don’t scare him off,” Romeo patted Mirabella’s head. “Where’s the meetup? I’ll accompany you.”
Mirabella asked for the location again, but both were very cautious, saying they’d provide her with the location tomorrow.
If they didn’t know the situation, they’d think they were up to no good.
In the evening, Mirabella received a call from Jack.
“Ms. Bennett, is Romeo still mad?”
“You’re calling just to ask that?” Mirabella didn’t expect it, he was actually scared shitless and then she started laughing.
“Can you just tell me if he’s still mad? I’m mainly worried he’ll be mean to you.” He remembered Ms.
Bennett once saying that Romeo was a hard person to console. Ms. Bennett wouldn’t be accompanying him from afternoon till night, would she? If so, he’d be giving Ms. Bennett trouble.
“He’s not mad anymore,” Mirabella told the truth.
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Jack was relieved and hurriedly got to the point: “Oh, right, someone wants you to compose a piano piece, but he can only afford three million.”
“Really?”
With her popularity, the price of the tasks she accepted was definitely more than three million.
Was this guy deliberately lowering the price, or could he only afford that much?
“That person did ask a lot of people, from a starting price of one million to three million, it seems like he doesn’t understand the market.”
“Is it for tomorrow as well?”
“Ms. Bennett, how did you know?”
“I’m not doing it.” Mirabella glanced at the time. Tonight, she still had to check the experimental data sent by Grandpa Beck, and she didn’t have much time to handle tasks.
“Then I’ll reject him. Ms. Bennett, you should get some rest.”
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.