Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Fearing that she might remember it wrong, Mirabelle took out the perfumes Diana left. Mirabelle was then convinced that the perfume Anna made was exactly the same as the perfumes Diana left.

Since the perfume Anna made was the same as Diana’s, then Mirabelle won’t need to be frugal on the usage.

Brooklyn liked the scent of the perfume, and Mirabelle will make all her clothes smelled exactly like this perfume.

Mirabelle summoned the maid and passed her a bottle of perfume, “Spray it all over my clothes.”

The maid sprayed the perfume onto all Mirabelle’s clothes in the closet.

Mirabelle smiled in satisfaction after examining her closet.

Mirabelle didn’t know why the perfume Diana left could relieve Brooklyn’s insomnia, but as long as she had the perfume Anna made now, she could do the same for Brooklyn and kept him with her.

After all, who else could resolve Brooklyn’s insomnia other than Mirabelle now?

Nobody!

And it was all she took to be the young mistress of the Powell family.

“Prepare the bathroom for me. I want to take a milk bath.” Mirabelle said softly, “inform me when Brooklyn comes home. I don’t like the water being too warm, it is not good for my skin. Don’t forget to add on some rose essential oil. Spray some perfume on my bathrobe too.”

Mirabelle wanted to be ready and wait for Brooklyn to arrive home.

It was already late night. The moon was bright in the sky, and only a few stars were blinking.

Mirabelle wore a conservative white turtleneck cotton sleeping robe. Her hair was half-dried and tied into a loose bun.

“Hasn’t Brooklyn come home yet?” Mirabelle was nervous. She looked at her phone once every minute and was waiting from 5 pm until 10 pm, but Brooklyn hadn’t come home yet.

“Mr. Powell hasn’t come back yet,” the maid kept running from upstairs to downstairs just to inform Mirabelle of Brooklyn’s whereabouts.

hand, “Inform

was getting worse by days. Rumour has it that they were getting

her last resort to use Anna’s

If it didn’t work…

into Mirabelle’s room and informed

tidied her sleeping robe, “Do

had to say something that

the maid to bring her a handmade cashmere shawl after consideration. After wearing it, Mirabelle looked

the room.

on his arm. He bowed, “Do you want some supper?

the caretaker and said softly, “No. Send a

would head to the study room when he got back. She already ordered the kitchen to prepare a cup of Klatch Coffee. Mirabelle served the coffee to Brooklyn like a virtuous wife, “Brooklyn,

around and looked at Mirabelle, who was approaching

smell the light scent from Mirabelle

recognized the scent she

closer and about to

onto the marble tile and

Mirabelle didn’t expect Brooklyn to react like

eyes. It was like she was

turned pale. She

disgust in his eyes. He wanted to head to the study room, but after he took a few steps, he stopped and turned around, “You don’t need to come

“What?” Mirabelle panicked.

in Brooklyn’s house was that Brooklyn couldn’t live without

her, Brooklyn couldn’t sleep at

her not to go to his room. Did

the coffee? This is my first time making coffee. Maybe it’s not good enough…” Mirabelle muttered. She spoke

took a glance at Mirabelle, “Stop using the perfume you are wearing now. It is

Mirabelle’s face turned pale.

Her world spun.