Adrian stepped through the door with a slightly downcast expression.
Giselle, ever the optimist, gave him a comforting smile. Don’t worry about it. Things will get better. Why don’t we head out later? I’ll show you around and we can grab some delicious food.
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Mila was still recovering, occasionally feeling dizzy. It was a relief that Eugene drove her back home.
This was Eugene’s first visit to Mila’s villa in Maplewood Grove, and he was brimming with curiosity.
As they drove past rows of houses, he noticed the vibrant decorations—especially the festive strings of candles that adorned the neighboring villa. Who lives across the street, sis? Eugene inquired, his curiosity piqued.
Mila glanced at the dimly lit house across the way. They just returned from abroad. I haven’t met them yet, but they seem nice. She pointed to a charming cat-shaped candle hanging under the eaves and chuckled, They helped me hang that up when they were decorating their place.
Eugene admired the candle, nodding thoughtfully. That’s really kind of them.
Once inside, Eugene marveled at the array of design projects scattered throughout the house. He wandered around, unable to conceal his amazement, constantly praising Mila’s talent.
Mila couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm.
Despite the cozy ambiance, Mila declined Eugene’s suggestion to stay overnight, citing her own reasons. She made arrangements for a car to take him back home.
After seeing him off, she found herself with little appetite. She decided to turn in early, only to be interrupted by a call from her Aunt Jade.
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I’ve invited you over so many times! Are you too busy every day? Come over for dinner! I have something to discuss with you.
Aunt Jade’s voice carried a hint of annoyance after being brushed off repeatedly.
Mila sighed, clutching her bandaged forehead. She knew she couldn’t avoid this visit, but her head injury needed some clever concealment.
Better? This was nearly a disaster! Miranda huffed. Next time I see those jerks, they’ll regret it!
Alright, alright, Mila chuckled. That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. Trust me, I’ve got my own ways to deal with them. No need to get your hands dirty.
Miranda’s eyes sparkled with understanding. Oh, you’ve got a plan, do you?
When haven’t I? Mila teased, nudging her friend. Now let’s get going before Aunt Jade gets impatient. If we keep her waiting, you’re on your own explaining.
Miranda shuddered at the thought of Aunt Jade’s no-nonsense demeanor, a force to be reckoned with. Hey, I’m here for you. Don’t leave me hanging.
As she drove, Miranda grinned. But if things get dicey, I might just switch sides and rat you out for keeping secrets.
Mila laughed, shaking her head. Alright, alright, I’ll never keep you in the dark again, Mr. Wayne. Just get me through this dinner, okay?
We’ll see about that, Miranda teased with a wink.