Chapter 79 Can't You Communicate with Me?
"Phillipe..." Lola saw that he was about to leave and immediately grabbed his clothing, "I like you. I really, really like you... Why don’t you look at me?"
"Ahem..." At this moment, Maria coughed twice from a distance, seemingly hinting at something.
Following Maria's gaze, Lola saw Abella walking down the stairs step by step. Terrified, she quickly let go and stammered, "Abella, don’t get me wrong."
Oh no, would her sister tell their parents about this?
Would her parents think she had bad intentions and kick her out of the house?
If that were to happen, she would be dead!
"Go on," Abella walked towards the kitchen.
She had just been watching this good show from upstairs. As she was watching, she got hungry and didn't want to continue watching.
Phillipe, displeased, glanced at Lola and immediately followed Abella, explaining with concern and uneasiness, "Abella, It’s not what you see..."
"Oh? And what is it?" Abella replied indifferently as she walked towards the kitchen, her tone dismissive.
"She grabbed my clothes," Phillipe immediately took off his suit jacket and threw it in the trash bin.
Lola felt like she had been slapped hard and was ashamed!
He actually found the clothes she touched dirty!
"Abella..." Phillipe held Abella's hand, "Are you angry? I'll change my pants."
When he went upstairs, he called Blake Lewis, "Which pair of pants in the wardrobe haven't you worn?"
"What's going on??" Blake Lewis sat up from the bed, his handsome face filled with surprise, "Phillipe, have you gone bankrupt? You don't even have pants to wear?"
"..."
"You're not so broke that you need my clothes, are you? If not, I can give you some money. No matter what, don't lose face..."
"Which one haven't you worn?" Phillipe resisted the urge to punch him and pushed open the door to his closet. It was about twenty square meters, with different categories of clothes for different seasons, occasions, and materials...
But there were only trendy clothes or hip-hop style ones, which was not suitable for Phillipe.
"The ones on the left are all from brand sponsors. I washed them all before entering the closet. So, tell me, how did you go bankrupt? It's such a big deal, but it hasn't even been a trending topic..."
Blake Lewis hadn't finished mocking him when Phillipe ended the conversation.
He changed his pants and went downstairs, where he saw Abella making a call on the balcony. Her slender and graceful figure was pleasing to the eye.
After she finished her call in a few words, Phillipe immediately said to her, "Abella, I've changed."
Abella looked and saw that he really had changed into a new pair of pants. How did he have pants at her place??
"Abella..." Phillipe wanted to hug her.
But Abella didn't let him because there were several servants around.
Phillipe felt empty and suffering. "I..."
"Phillipe, you came so early?" At this time, Mr. Medici came downstairs with a smile, stretching
"Good morning, Uncle." Phillipe conciously looked at the girl in front of him. Her face was indifferent, as if she was angry.
Mr. Medici smiled and greeted them, "Good morning, Abella, Lola. Are you both awake? You can go for breakfast first. I'll wait for your mother..."
"Okay." Lola looked a bit uneasy as she glanced at Abella. Seeing that Abella walked towards the kitchen without intending to tattle, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, if her parents knew that she had pulled Phillipe's sleeve, they would definitely think she had ulterior motives...
At the dining table, Phillipe scooped up a spoonful of porridge, lightly blowing on it, and brought it to Abella's lips. "It's not hot anymore. You can eat it."
Abella didn't eat it. Instead, she reached out and grabbed a cute-shaped egg burger, nibbling on it absentmindedly, thinking about what Sam had said on the phone earlier.
Phillipe picked up a glass of milk and placed it in front of her. "Would you like to drink some milk?"
Abella had no intention of drinking it, so Phillipe exchanged it for a glass of soy milk and offered it to her lips.
"When will you stop..."
Phillipe didn't get angry. He put down the soy milk and asked, "How about some spinach and wild mushroom soup? Or pumpkin and wild rice soup?"
Abella thought of the several brothers who were injured, done by people from SB, and her brows furrowed.
Seeing her finish the egg burger, Phillipe served her a small plate of toasted apricot bread.
"..." Abella felt a bit helpless. "Can you just eat your own food?"
"How can you not be angry?"
"I'm not angry." Abella had just finished speaking when her phone suddenly vibrated a few times. She glanced at the incoming call and got up to answer it.
"Boss, The Mafia sent a message. They want us to give up our territory within three days, otherwise they will annihilate us."
"Hm." Quite arrogant indeed.
There is a place outside the border that, when viewed from above, appears as a triangle because it is situated outside the border of three countries. Therefore, it is called the "Triangle Area" or "Illegal Zone".
It is a lawless zone with countless small gangs vying for power and influence, including four or five major forces, of which Abella is one.
Most of the time, her gang coexists peacefully with others, but ever since the leader of The Mafia was poisoned a few days ago and a new leader took over, they have been constantly provoking them, trying to force them to give up their territory.
Their territory includes a medicinal mountain, which contains many rare herbs. Some were originally there, while Abella had others planted later, making it extremely valuable.
Today, The Mafia has made a bold statement, presumably becoming desperate and eager to claim the medicinal mountain as their own.
"You handle it." Abella had just returned to this home recently and couldn't personally go to the Triangle Area.
Just then, Phillipe embraced her from behind.
Abella was speechless.
"I'll hang up first."
"Abella..." Phillipe's voice was deep and intoxicating.
"Do you still want to eat?" Abella didn't expect him to be so clingy.
The key is, Lola had been sitting beside them watching the whole time. She couldn't even eat her breakfast, feeling aggrieved and resentful!
Lola couldn't believe that Phillipe, who had always been high and mighty, would actually be so humble in front of Abella!
He didn't show any temper at all, even when Abella teased him or ignored him, he still eagerly tried to please and appease her!
How could Abella bully such a good man?!
This is too much!!
"Forgive me." Phillipe held the girl in his arms, refusing to let go. "Talk to me."
"... " Abella was truly at a loss for words. "Haven't I been responding to you all this time?"
"You've become cold."
"... "
"How can you communicate with me?"
"... "
"Talk to me like you used to?" Phillipe held onto her tightly.
"... " Abella couldn't remember how she used to communicate with him. She seemed to have never changed. Could it be that she didn't pay attention to what he said earlier when she was distracted, and he felt ignored?
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