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

Chapter 1101: Did her instructor also give up on her?

"I'm so tired!" Benjamin shouted as he plopped down on the floor, lying on his stomach just a few steps from the couch. "I can't anymore — I feel like I'm going to get sick."

"You just got here, and you're already dying?"

Benjamin slowly turned his eyes, only to see Mint standing a few steps away from him. Her arms were crossed under her chest, covered only by a bra.

"Minty!" he gasped in disgust. "Why are you only in your bikini?! At this hour!? Where are your clothes?"

"Huh?" Mint peeked down at her body, and her face hardened in surprise. "Since when did they go missing?!"

Mint ran back to the bedroom in a flash, only to come out minutes later wearing a dress she hastily threw on. When she returned, Benjamin had already managed to climb onto the couch.

"I'm so tired..." he grumbled, his face contorting as he tried to recall what he had done today.

All he could remember was traveling. Benjamin might've arrived earlier than his boss and coworkers, but that didn't mean he didn't travel the same long hours as them. Worse, he had to travel back and forth to the island where Pierson's rest house was because Mint was in the main town.

And the person to blame was right here.

Benjamin slowly turned his gaze to Mint, who was sitting on the one-seater couch. "Mint, what are you doing here?"

"I told you I'd be staying with you, but then you suddenly packed your things," she remarked nonchalantly. "How is that fair?"

His face twitched in disbelief. "Oy, Mint, weren't you in the city for work?"

"I am."

here, what

and closed her eyes. "I didn't think about it when I booked my

breath, a sense of déjà vu creeping in from earlier at the airport. But unlike Zoren and Atlas, Mint was more nonchalant about it... until he saw her breaking out in a sweat. "Why did you even come here

worry about it. The least I'll get is a scolding and would be asked to do an explanation letter for ditching everyone at

with both hands, his elbows on his knees. "I'm so tired that I want to sleep, but I can't even move a bit. I'm hungry too,

you're hungry, I can reheat the food I prepared for

not right. I'm not hungry. I'm just

on. I did cooking classes just so I could feed you

I'm really not

"Alright, then!

be back!" Ignoring

talking about was just takeout from a restaurant, which she had transferred

cooked by me!

to dig in?" she announced cheerfully after a minute, holding a tray and

the note she

cook this?" he asked quietly, watching her

receipt in his hand where she wrote her note. "The pen seems to have auto-corrected my note.

And here I thought your cooking

the head chef, this is what I should

instructor also give up