Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Seeing Brooklyn, the housemaid scurried back to inform her. Mirabelle instantly looked happy. She quickly tidied up her dress and appearance, and welcomed him. “Brooklyn, are you feeling tired from today’s work? I’ve made some lemon tea, do have a try later.”

Brooklyn walked in a quick and steady pace. He strode pass the stairs of the villa’s main entrance. Upon entering, he encountered Mirabelle who was looking clingy, docile and delighted. As if there was a bunch of mosquitoes buzzing near his ear, Brooklyn frowned. He took off his coat as usual and tossed it to the housemaid.

Mirabelle who was standing beside him was sensitive enough to notice that. She hurriedly grabbed it over and put it on her arm, behaving like a good wife. Brooklyn glimpsed at her and frowned. He still did not say anything impatient in the end. He walked towards the couch and sat down, looked down and saw the lemon tea on the tea table.

Two lemon slices were floating in the tea. The skin of the lemon was completely peeled. There were also two halved green mini tangerines at the bottom of the cup. The bright green fruits shone with the orange one. The color was refreshing on sight, and it reminded him of Anna who was the top perfume-maker in the world that he encountered today.

That woman was reckless in her behavior. She had balls, but deep down, she was extremely reserved and shy. A kiss had exposed the fact that she sucked in kissing. How interesting. Brooklyn let out a smile. He took the tea cup before him and took a sip. The tea tasted sweet at first but the sourness and bitterness overcame the sweetness of sugar afterwards. Brooklyn frowned and no longer had interest on it.

Mirabelle quickly shoved the blazer to the housemaid, ordered her to take it upstairs and hung it in Brooklyn’s bedroom. She turned around and intended to sit beside Brooklyn. Brooklyn glimpsed at her listlessly. His cold eyes made Mirabelle panicked at once, she immediately kept a distance away from him. She bit her lower lip with grievance and then forced out a sweet smile. “Brooklyn, I’ve taken a long while to brew the tea, is it tasty?”

Brooklyn put down the cup and crossed his legs, looking graceful and apathetic. “Still okay.” His comment was neither enthusiastic nor cold. Mirabelle had prepared the lemon tea for the whole day. She only managed to make the most perfect cup of tea after measuring the thickness of the lemon slice, simmering the sugar, trying a lot of times and making fine calculations. Yet Brooklyn only took a little sip.

“Brooklyn, if you’re not happy about it, I can improve it.” Mirabelle crossed her hands on her knees and squeezed her thumbs with nervousness. Brooklyn had slept in the VIP room for two hours. He initially felt relaxed, yet his temple suddenly throbbed when Mirabelle kept on babbling about the cup of lemon tea. He rubbed his temple, stood up and went upstairs.

spoke without turning around. “Keep making your perfume at the Moss’s, you don’t have the talent to make teas, stop wasting your

she staggered back, supporting herself with the couch. At the Moss’s, no one could oppose her identity as the perfume-maker director. Yet what she relied on was those few bottles of perfume

sold in large scale after excluding arguments from the public, the sales were poor and the Moss’s was seen as a joke. She called

enjoying the fame, she was also trembling in fear, afraid that her lie would be exposed. Brooklyn was tolerant of her in the beginning, yet he became stricter and stricter

lost!” Mirabelle regretted and was annoyed when her embarrassed look was seen. She turned and shot her a glare. The housemaid was shocked and she quickly

She sat on the imported Persian carpet of her bedroom and opened her laptop rudely, clicking the email page open. The perfume was almost finished. If that continued, she would not be able to control Brooklyn any longer. She must not lose her identity as Brooklyn’s fiancée! She searched

password, pushed the door open and entered her apartment. Emily who was playing Legos on the couch heard

little daughter’s adorable look, Diana squatted down and carried her up. “Mommy miss you too.” She put her on the couch. Having spotted the high level Legos, the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars that

favorite Chinese yam pearl barley mushroom soup for dinner.” Emily kissed her face and her face was brimmed with joy. Diana rubbed her hair and asked, “Where’s Austin?” The moment she finished, she saw Emily

is Austin doing something bad again?” Austin peeked at her from the gap of her fingers. Seeing her dear daughter’s little action, she suddenly figured out of something and

There were three rooms, a living room and three huge balconies, enough for three. Diana caught Austin red-handed in the study room. He was staring at her laptop screen seriously with his pretty face. “Austin, Moss! How dare you touch my laptop again?” Diana pretended to sound

seemed to question her why she didn’t inform him that mommy has come back

what have you done this time?” Ever since she caught him hacking the laptop of the president of the Powell’s last time, she was worried that with his young age, he would do worse things next time and inevitably be led astray when he had experienced the pleasure. That was why she