Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Martha sincerely admired her beauty: “If I were Mr. McMillan, I would have been totally smitten by now! Miss Serena, be confident; you’ll definitely be the belle of the ball!” Just then, Holly knocked on the door and said, “Miss Serena, Mr. McMillan is here. Ms. Bella hasn’t woken up yet, and the lady of the house is still asleep. Would you like to go down and greet him first?”
Upon hearing this, Serena couldn’t contain her excitement. She hurriedly touched up her make–up and went downstairs ahead of everyone else.
Romeo wanted to see his crush early, so he arrived forty minutes early. He told Edith not to wake anyone up; let them sleep in.
When Serena came downstairs, she saw him sitting on the sofa. His aloof demeanor combined with his dignified figure made him unspeakably handsome..
“Romeo, why are you so early? My sister isn’t an early riser.” Serena approached with a smile. “Shall I pour you a glass of milk?”
“No need.”
“You mustn’t have eaten anything yet since you came out so early. Have some milk first.”
Just as Serena was about to head to the kitchen, she heard him say, “No need; I’ll wait for Bella.”
Serena’s smile froze on her face, but she quickly said, “If you’re waiting for my sister, why not take a stroll in the garden instead of just sitting here? You haven’t been here in a while. We’ve planted some new varieties in the garden. See if there’s anything Grandpa Phillip might like and take some back for him.”
“No need.”
“The air in the garden is great; it can bring good vibes for the whole day. It’s still early; I’ll accompany you for a stroll.:
“I’d rather be alone.”
Romeo’s intention was clear, but Serena suddenly squatted down and gently touched his knee. “Romeo, ever since my sister came back, you’ve been colder towards me.” Before she could finish, Romeo shifted uncomfortably and said, “Please behave yourself.”
Serena’s hand fell empty; her heart ached. “I know you like Mirabella, but it wouldn’t hurt to talk to me! She’s so broad–minded, she wouldn’t mind. Besides, we’re not doing anything, just chatting.”
In other words, if Mirabella minded them chatting, it would mean she was petty and narrow–minded.
Seeing her trying to get close again, Romeo’s gaze turned icy. “But I do mind, Miss Lisa; please respect yourself.”
Seeing that he didn’t want to have anything to do with her, Serena looked at Martha in the distance. Martha gave her a hint with her eyes, and Serena touched his leg again. This time, Romeo immediately stood up, looking down at her and saying, “Enough.”
“Romeo” Serena spotted him about to leave and quickly grabbed the hem of his coat. “I like you; I really do. Can you turn around and look at me, please?”
At this moment, Martha coughed from a distance, seemingly hinting at something.
Following Martha’s gaze, Serena saw Mirabella descend the stairs step by step. She hurriedly let go of Romeo’s coat, stammering, “Sis, you mustn’t misunderstand.”
Crap, would Mirabella spill the beans to their parents?
Would they think Serena had ulterior motives and kick her out of the house?
If that were the case, she’d be doomed!
“Carry on,” Mirabella said nonchalantly as she walked towards the kitchen.
She had been watching the drama unfold from upstairs until she got hungry and didn’t feel like watching anymore.
Romeo shot Serena an annoyed look, then quickly caught up with Mirabella’s pace, explaining nervously, “Bella, it’s not what you think.”
“Oh? What is it then?” Mirabella retorted indifferently as she continued towards the kitchen.
“She just happened to brush against my coat, that’s all.” Romeo hastily took off his suit jacket and tossed it in the trash bin.
Standing still, Serena felt like she had just been slapped across the face. She was utterly mortified!
He actually found the clothing she touched filthy!
“Bella” Romeo grabbed Mirabella’s hand and asked, “Are you mad? If so, I’ll change my pants too.”
While heading upstairs, he called David Collins and asked, “Which pair of pants in the cloakroom haven’t you worn?”
“What?” David Collins sat up on the hotel bed, his handsome face full of surprise. “Romeo, are you broke? You don’t even have pants to wear?What are you doing at my house so early in the morning?” David Collins, the youngest son who was rarely home, suddenly understood, “Are you so broke that you need my family to take you in? Should I wire you some money? I can’t let you be so destitute.”
“Which one hasn’t been worn?” Romeo resisted the urge to punch him and pushed open the door to the cloakroom. It was about 20 square meters, with clothes for different seasons and occasions and materials neatly arranged….
But the colors were too conspicuous, too trendy–a bit hip–hop, not Romeo’s style.
“The left section is all gifts from brands, and they’ve all been washed before being put into the closet. Just how did you go bankrupt? Tell me, how did I not hear about this big news?”
Before David Collins could finish his taunting, Romeo ended the call.
After changing his pants and heading downstairs, Romeo saw Mirabella on the balcony, making a call. Her slender figure was so pleasing to the eye that it was indescribable. Seeing her hang up after a few words, Romeo immediately approached her and said, “Bella, I’ve changed.”
Mirabella glanced at him, and sure enough, he had changed into new pants. How did he have pants at her house?
“Bella.” Romeo wanted to hug her.
But Mirabella, aware of the several servants around, didn’t let him get what he wanted.
Romeo felt like he was missing a piece of his heart. He was extremely tormented.
“Romeo, you’re here early today?” At this time, Kenneth came downstairs, yawning lazily.
“Good morning.” Romeo looked attentively at the girl in front of him. She seemed indifferent, like she was angry.
Kenneth was cheerful, feeling great first thing in the morning. “Morning, Bella, Serena, you’re up too? Go have breakfast first; I’ll wait for your mom.”
“Okay.” Serena glanced at Mirabella nervously. Seeing Mirabella walk towards the kitchen without any intention of telling on her, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief..
Thank God, if her parents knew she had grabbed Romeo’s coat, they would surely think she had ulterior motives.
At the dining table, Romeo gently blew on the fried egg on the plate before setting it in front of Mirabella and saying, “It’s not hot anymore; you can eat now.”
Mirabella didn’t eat it and instead picked u p a cute-looking sandwich, casually biting into it while considering what Jack had told her on the phone earlier.
Romeo held up a glass of milk to her and said, “How about some milk?”
Mirabella didn’t seem interested in drinking. Roméo swapped the milk for a cup of coffee and held it to her lips.
“Will you ever stop?”
Unfazed, Romeo put down the coffee and kept talking: “How about cream of mushroom soup? Or salmon seafood soup?” Mirabella was reminded of Jack’s news–a few of their brothers were injured by Group S–and Her brows furrowed in irritation.
Seeing her finish a sandwich, Romeo served her a plate of toasted bread.
Mirabella was a bit helpless. “Can you stop stuffing me with food?”
“What can I do to make you not mad?”
“I’m not mad.” As soon as Mirabella responded, her phone vibrated. She glanced at the caller ID, stood up, and walked away to answer the call.
[Boss, Group S sent a message. They’re demanding our territory within three days, or they’ll blow us to smithereens.]
“Ha.” Quite audacious.
There was a place outside the jurisdiction of three countries. From the sky, it looked like a triangle, hence the name “triangular zone.”
The zone was lawless and home to countless small gangs and a few larger organizations; Mirabella’s group being one of them.
Their territory housed a mountain full of rare herbs, some natural, some planted by Mirabella. It was worth a fortune.
Group S’s threat today was undoubtedly a desperate move, keen to claim the land for themselves.
“You handle it.” Mirabella had just returned home and couldn’t personally go to the triangular zone.
Just then, Romeo hugged her from behind.
“I’ve got to hang up.”
“Bella.” Romeo’s voice was deep and captivating.
“Are you still eating?” Mirabella didn’t expect him to be so clingy.
The thing was, from the start, Serena had been sitting there watching, feeling wronged and angry; she couldn’t even finish her breakfast!
She couldn’t believe that Romeo, usually so aloof, would stoop so low!
He didn’t have a temper in front of Mirabella at all!
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