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.

perfume at the Moss’s, you don’t have the talent to make teas, stop wasting your time!” His lofty figure disappeared at the

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 she was left with, and those perfume bottles were even stolen from

the public, the sales were poor and the

yet he became stricter and stricter towards her. Was it because she never had a place in

alright?” Seeing her face went pale, the housemaid stepped forward and asked. “Get lost!” Mirabelle regretted and was annoyed when her embarrassed look was seen. She turned and shot her a glare. The housemaid was shocked

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 for Anna’s email address and sent three

stars were coming out. Diana typed the password, pushed the door open and entered her apartment. Emily who was playing Legos on the couch heard her footsteps and she scurried towards her, hugging her legs.

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 she had not finished, she was amazed. Those Legos were

and her face was brimmed with joy. Diana rubbed her hair and

with a threatening look. “Spill the beans, 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

room. He was staring at her laptop screen seriously with his pretty face. “Austin,

why she didn’t inform him that mommy has come back with his eyes. Emily pouted and thought that it was not her fault, it was

to smile or cry. She opened her laptop and took a glimpse, glancing at Austin. “So, 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 was exceptionally