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?"

so I did turned apologetic. "I'm sorry

my real name.

I know what I am

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

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Girl?!" Benjamin gasped, looking at his

mirror.

catch up. They talked for nearly two hours until Patricia had to go home. Naturally, Zoren offered her a ride,

Zoren smiled subtly, his eyes on the window.

my god! How come

I left, and since there was no means of communication between us, she couldn't tell me. She only returned to the country not long ago." "Oh..." Benjamin nodded, darting his eyes between

respond but kept his eyes

been freeing up his schedule every Thursday, so he assumed Zoren would be on

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

"What were you expecting?"

blurted out, biting his tongue,

let out a short chuckle. "I'm just glad to see her and catch up. I told you, she's a good friend of mine." "Did you exchange contacts? Did you mention your

"No."

"Why?!"

asked me for my number. Zoren

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know what I

he wouldn't be surprised if he was. After all, there had been so many letdowns lately that

mirror, all he saw was the slight

a way,' Benjamin sighed for the umpteenth time today, shifting his focus. back to

silence, Zoren's voice

"Yes, sir?"

didn't respond immediately.

"Huh?"

"It's nothing."

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

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

just worried!" Benjamin panicked. "I mean, you just told the Chairman that you're married, and she's been disheartened that you wouldn't let her see your wife! But now, you're going to tell her about

but just one at a time! The Chairwoman is aware that you've been looking for Thursday Girl. If she hears about this,

tell her that I'm divorcing my wife for Thursday Girl?" Zoren tilted his head. This time, the car came to