Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

280 I know what I am doing.

Meanwhile...

Meow

Zoren turned his

head toward the sound, catching a blurry figure standing several steps from his vantage point. His eyesight was bad during daylight, and it was even worse at night. However, he could se**

Meow.

something moving in her arms.

He kept his gaze on the figure, watching as she slowly approached. When she was close enough, he caught a whiff of sweet cologne mixed with the scent of tea.. "Renren?"

Deep lines appeared between his brows as his eyes widened slightly. "You are...?"

"It's me..." she whispered, disbelief in her voice. "What are you... how... have you always been here on Thursdays?"

For a moment, Zoren was silent as he studied the figure before him.

"Penny?" He rose from his scat, surprised. "Is this really you?"

"Renren." The woman took a step forward and stood before him. She looked up, her eyes gleaming with relief. "It's... it's really you!?"

His lips stretched into a smile as he reached out, placing his hand on top of her head. "You've

grown.

"Haha. You too!" she chuckled, stepping back when she heard another meow from her cat. "Renren, do you remember her?" Meow.

Zoren's eyes fell on her arms, recognizing the familiar color of the cat he remembered.

"Chunchun?"

"Haha!" The woman grinned from car to car, watching as he shifted his eyes back to her. "So, you remembered her?"

"Of course." His expression softened as he assessed the face looking at him. It was a shame he couldn't see her clearly, but he could tell she had lost some weight. "Penny, I'm so glad to see you again."

"Me too. It's been a while, she replied. "But don't call me Penny anymore. That's an alias."

"An alias?"

you, so I did turned apologetic. "I'm sorry about

to give you my

what I am

corner of her mouth curled up. "Patricia. It's Patricia Miller."

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is that really Thursday Girl?!" Benjamin gasped, looking at his boss through the

mirror.

talked for nearly two hours until Patricia had to go home. Naturally, Zoren offered her a ride, so Benjamin came to drive the two of them. After dropping Patricia off at a nearby villa, Benjamin couldn't stop himself from

eyes on the window. "That's

How come she only showed

me. She only returned to the country not long ago." "Oh..." Benjamin nodded, darting his eyes between the rearview mirror and

kept his eyes on

expect. His boss had been freeing up his schedule every Thursday, so he assumed Zoren would be on cloud

you okay?" Benjamin asked curiously. "You're

"What were you expecting?"

jumping for joy?" Benjamin blurted out, biting his tongue, but it was

to see her and catch up. I told you,

"No."

"Why?!"

unnecessary. But she asked me for my number. Zoren leaned against

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what I am

he was quieter than ever. Was he depressed? At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if he was. After

mirror, all he saw was the slight curl at the corner of Zoren's

sighed for the

Zoren's voice pierced through it.

"Yes, sir?"

didn't respond immediately.

"Huh?"

"It's nothing."

suddenly changed his mind. What was he trying to say? "Drop me by the Old Residence, Zoren said. "I want

will be worried!" Benjamin gasped. "Sir, can we not tell her about it

you're married, and she's been disheartened that you wouldn't let her see your wife!

you've been looking for Thursday Girl. If she hears about this, she might get

Girl?"