Chapter 78 I'll Wait for Abella
"Are you asleep? Mom brought you some food."
"No, just come in."
Abella tapped on the keyboard with her slender fingers, then closed her computer and got up to open the door.
"Mom was worried that you would go out with Phillipe and not eat enough, so she asked the chef to make these for you."
Abella was a little surprised when she saw the barbecue on the tray. "Barbecue?"
"Mom heard that kids your age love to eat these. It smells deliciou, right?" Mrs. Medici put the food down and looked at her with a smiling face.
Abella picked up the first skewer and handed it to Mrs. Medici.
Mrs. Medici was relieved and happy. "I don’t eat these... you have them! You've been busy with work at the company these past few days, and you just came back to this home without thorough rest..."
"It's not busy," Abella said while eating her skewer. "It's quite fun."
At least it's not as boring as at school.
Mrs. Medici felt even more relieved when she heard her say this. "Let others take care of those trivial things. I will take you shopping, have afternoon tea, do beauty treatments... our family can also go on a short trip or a long trip... you can pick the location, as long as it's something you like, mom and dad will accompany you."
Abella raised her gaze and smiled slightly. "Alright."
"Are you getting used to being at home recently? Is there anything that needs improvement? For example, if the bed is too hard? The curtains don't block the light? Is there any decoration you don't like? Or maybe in terms of taste..."
"Anything is fine."
Mrs. Medici looked at this well-behaved and sensible girl in front of her and couldn't understand why the Wilson family treated her badly!
What a good child...
"I heard that Mr. Bourbon sent someone to deliver afternoon tea to you today?"
Abella was surprised. How did she know about this?
Mrs. Medici smiled and said, "Mr. Bourbon called your dad and asked what kind of afternoon tea you like. You just returned to this home, and we don't know your preferences very well, fortunately we have Phillipe!"
Abella was a bit unexpected to hear this.
"Phillipe knows your likes and dislikes. He knows what you love to eat and what you don't." Mrs. Medici's eyebrows relaxed as she smiled, "I can see that he really likes you."
"When he looks at you, his eyes are filled with love. With a partner like him, you will be very happy."
Mrs. Medici hold her hand and noticed the bracelet on her wrist again.
"We've known Phillipe for so many years. He has always been reserved, serious, and seldom smiles, but he seems like a different person when he's with you. The love in his eyes is only for you."
"It's also the first time we've heard that he designs bracelets for girls... you should give him something in return."
"No matter what, just don't disappoint him."
"Okay." Abella nodded, She looked at the butterfly bracelet on her wrist. The sparkling diamonds shone brightly in the light, resembling Phillipe's clear and devoted eyes.
It seems like she really hasn't given Phillipe anything before.
She wondered what that man would like.
The next day, before dawn, Lola got up and dressed. She chose a black strapless dress, with her hair styled in an elegant updo, revealing her fair forehead.
"Lola Miss looks so beautiful!" Maria put on a dazzling necklace for her, "With this dress, you're much more eye-catching than Abella."
"Maria, you don't need to comfort me. I know I can't compare to my sister..."
Even if Abella dressed simply, the icy aura emanating from within, along with her exquisite and beautiful face, were enough to charm everyone.
Maria's expression stiffened, but then she continued to smile, "Miss Lola are elegant, just like what one would expect from a wealthy family. Look at Madame, they're also elegant and presentable..."
"Do you think... Phillipe will like my outfit today?" Lola looked at herself in the mirror, her fair skin, delicate features, and rosy lips.
Maria sincerely appreciated her appearance, "If I were Phillipe, I would already be smitten right now! Miss Lola, you should give yourself more credit. You will be the most eye-catching one at breakfast!"
Just then, Bia knocked on the door and said, "Miss Lola, Phillipe has arrived. Miss Abella hasn't woken up yet. Mr. And Mrs. Medici are still sleeping. Would you like to go downstairs first to greet him as the host?"
Upon hearing this, Lola couldn't contain her excitement and did some makeup, then went downstairs.
Phillipe missed his girl, so he arrived forty minutes early. He told Lauren not to wake anyone up and let them sleep well.
When Lola came downstairs, she saw the man sitting on the couch, with noble and aloof temperament.
"Phillipe, why did you come so early? Abella usually get up late..." Lola smiled as she approached, "How about I pour you a glass of milk first?"
"No thanks."
"You must not have eaten anything. How about having some milk..."
Just as Lola was about to go to the kitchen, she heard him say lightly, "No thanks. I'll wait for Abella."
Lola's smile froze, but she quickly said, "Since you want to wait for her, why don't you take a walk in the garden? You haven't been here for a long time... There are many new flowers planted in the garden. See if there's anything Mr. Bourbon likes and bring some for him..."
"No thanks."
"The air there is quite fresh and you will feel relaxed. It's still early, let me take you for a walk?"
"I want to be alone for a while."
Phillipe's intentions were already very clear.
But Lola suddenly squatted down and gently placed her small hand on his knee, expressing her grievances, "Phillipe, ever since my sister came back, you have been growing colder towards me."
Before she could finish her words, Phillipe’s face turned displeased and changed his position, "Please behave yourself."
Lola's little hand fell on empty air, and she felt even more aggrieved, "I know you like my sister, but it doesn’t matter for you to talk to me! Abella is so magnanimous. She wouldn't mind. Besides, we were just chatting."
The meaning was that if Abella minded them chatting, Abella would be a petty and calculating person. They were just chatting...
Seeing that she still wanted to approach, Phillipe's gaze turned icy cold, "I do mind. Please, Lola, control yourself."
Lola, realizing that he didn't appreciate her courage, looked up and glanced at Maria in the distance. Maria implied something with her eyes, and Lola, once again, mustered up the courage and placed her small hand carefully on his knee.
This time, Phillipe immediately stood up and looked down at her, "Enough."
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