Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 13: Your Scent Disgusts Me

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.

her hand, “Inform me when he

getting married, but when Mirabelle brought up the topic, Brooklyn became sulky

her last resort to use Anna’s perfume

If it didn’t work…

Mirabelle’s room and informed her

tidied her sleeping robe, “Do

to say something that

her a handmade cashmere shawl after consideration. After wearing

left the room. She waited for Brooklyn in the living

home, Mr. Powell,” the caretaker took the coat Brooklyn handed over, then fold it on his arm. He bowed, “Do

glance at the caretaker and said softly, “No. Send a cup of coffee to the study

back. She already ordered the kitchen to prepare a cup of Klatch Coffee. Mirabelle served the coffee to Brooklyn like a virtuous wife, “Brooklyn, it must be very exhausting at work. I made a cup of your favourite coffee.

stopped. He turned around and looked

scent from Mirabelle as

must have recognized the scent she was

and about to touch Brooklyn, he flipped the

onto the marble

like this towards her loving gesture. Why was Brooklyn

were tears in Mirabelle’s eyes. It was

turned pale.

to the study room, but after he took a few steps, he stopped and turned around,

“What?” Mirabelle panicked.

reason Mirabelle could stay in Brooklyn’s house was

her, Brooklyn couldn’t

Did that

This is my first time making coffee. Maybe it’s not good

using the perfume you are

Mirabelle’s face turned pale.

Her world spun.

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