Chapter 80 A Longing for Mother-Daughter Bonding
Seraphina had vanished, and both Ophelia and Magnus were freaking out.
Ophelia was scared that something had happened to Seraphina. She swallowed her pride, removed Seraphina from the block list, and sent her a message. But the system indicated they weren't friends—Seraphina had blocked her too. Calling was out of the question. She was blocked there as well.
Ophelia tried everything she could think of to locate Seraphina to no avail. She was restless all night.
The next morning, Ophelia went to work as usual. Stepping out of the building's elevator, she saw workers hauling in a bed, with none other than Finnegan following behind.
Ophelia was speechless. Finnegan actually had a bed delivered? Was he serious, this early in the morning?
Finnegan approached her. "Let's go upstairs and open the door for the movers," he said.
"Mr. Abbott." Ophelia was impressed. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Finnegan's lips curled into a sly smile. "Seems I didn't make myself clear enough last night. Should I express myself again?"
Ophelia immediately thought of last night's passionate kiss that broke the bed frame and understood what he meant, covering her mouth instinctively.
This guy, seriously doing this in broad daylight.
Finnegan laughed, his eyes brimming with amusement. He finally knew Ophelia's fear.
"Just give me the keys and go to work. I'll take care of the movers," he said, making it sound perfectly routine, as if they were a married couple or something.
Her bed was broken, and after a miserable night on the couch, a replacement was necessary. But by accepting this gift, would that mean she agreed to everything he said last night?
As Ophelia hesitated, Finnegan simply grabbed the keys from her pocket. "Hurry, you'll be late for work," he said and turned to the movers. "Thanks for bringing it up."
Ophelia was once again taken aback by Finnegan's rakish behavior.
As she stood there, the elevator door beside her opened, and a man stepped out—it was Ophelia's downstairs neighbor.
The male tenant glanced at the bed being wheeled into the elevator by the delivery guys, then gave Ophelia and Finnegan an odd look.
Even though the tenant didn't say a word, that look made Ophelia feel utterly mortified. She hung her head and rushed off, no longer concerned about the bed.
With only forty minutes left before she needed to be at work, taking the subway was no longer an option.
Ophelia managed to arrive at her office just in time, but found herself distracted at work, her mind consumed by Finnegan's delivery of the bed to her apartment.
A colleague approached her. "Ophelia, is your proposal ready? Ms. Parks has been asking for it. You’d better get it to her soon."
Snapping back to reality, Ophelia replied, "I'll take care of it right away."
Not daring to delay, Ophelia took the proposal to the CEO's office.
Unfortunately, her luck was not holding that day. Niamh, the Parks Corporation heiress, was there too.
As Ophelia knocked and entered, Niamh was cozying up to Dovie. "Mom, I really like him, just help me play matchmaker. Our families have an arranged marriage agreement, and if you talk to him, he's sure to agree."
Ophelia handed over the proposal. "Ms. Parks, here is the proposal for the Imperial Vista project."
"Alright," Dovie said, her attention not on Ophelia but adoringly on Niamh. "Niamh, you head back. I have things to tend to. We'll talk about this later. These matters can't be rushed. Marriage is about mutual affection. Only then can life be harmonious."
"Who says he won't like me? Affection can be cultivated. Mom, my happiness is in your hands." Niamh hugged Dovie, then cheerfully said, "I'll wait for you at dinner tonight. I won't keep you from your work. Make sure to take breaks and not just focus on work."
In front of Dovie, Niamh was very good at playing the loving daughter.
Whatever she wanted, all it took was a little charm, and Dovie would acquiesce.
"Alright, alright," Dovie laughed, her hopes and dreams invested entirely in her daughter. "If only you'd come work and give me a hand, I would have it much easier."
Niamh cooed, "I'll play around for one more year, and then I'll come join the company to help you. I'm heading out, Mom."
Watching the tender scene between mother and daughter, Ophelia felt a pang of envy she couldn't quite explain.
The luxury of acting spoiled around one's mother was something she never dared to dream of in her lifetime.
The whereabouts of her biological mother remained unknown, and the websites dedicated to finding lost relatives hadn't yielded any news.
When Niamh left, she passed by Ophelia and gave her a glance that seemed to carry a flicker of recognition, but she didn't realize who Ophelia was. They had had a previous altercation outside the Parks Corporation building.
As Niamh sized her up, Ophelia's heart raced with anxiety. Being recognized could mean the end of her job.
However, Niamh merely glanced at Ophelia and exited, her high heels clicking against the floor.
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