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

Chapter 1592

Chapter 1592: You shouldn't have come

Meanwhile...

Patricia was still frowning in the reception area outside Penny's office. It hadn't occurred to her until now that all those delivery packages were coming from the same sender.

When she received her first package, she had rushed home to thank her father. He seemed pleased by her sweetness and told her she "deserved it."

But she realized something was off when Mr. Miller mentioned the perfume he bought for her—not the bag she had received.

Still, Patricia didn't dwell on it too much.

She simply assumed there had been a mix-up.

Who would've thought how wrong she was?

Still frowning deeply, Patricia turned to the side, her eyes instantly landing on Mark in his usual spot.

"Hey," she called. "Don't you also get delivery packages nowadays?"

Mark slowly lifted his gaze to her and replied coldly, "No."

"At least there are two of us," she muttered. "Should I call Father and ask for an explanation?"

Patricia seriously considered it-until her gut twisted the more she thought about it. Her shoulders tensed, her breath slowed, and her heart began pounding against her chest as beads of cold sweat formed on her back and forehead.

Mark, watching her from the corner of his eye, slowly turned to her. The first thing he noticed was her suddenly pale complexion.

"Are you alright?" he asked, seeing her turn to him and force a smile.

"Of-of course," she stammered. "If Penny comes, tell her I just went to the restroom."

With that, Patricia pushed herself up and hurriedly left.

Mark tilted his head, watching her scurry away like she was hiding something.

"She looked perfectly fine just a second

Restroom

breathing was heavy and uneven, her heart still

did I even consider doing

chest. The thought of contacting the sender of the packages reminded her of that time she picked up a card from her brother's dirty

fought to free herself from those memories, but they lingered, haunting her at the worst moments. Right now, she

I hate it.

the faucet, water rushed into her hand as the

chin as she stared

to be careful," she whispered, slapping

fine-at least she

herself in another situation she couldn't escape

time? She might not

in the restroom until

her face, she walked back out as

Mark was watching her.

asked as she sat down, tilting her

reply immediately. He studied her face,

frown and click

at

way, is Penny

answered without looking

leaned back on the desk, still eyeing him. "By the way, Mark,

"A photo?"

someone. Penny told me it was supposed to be her mother. I couldn't

Miller." Mark

glare. "If

Miss Penny

I don't

it's not, don't

where it doesn't belong."

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