Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1120

Chapter 1120: This is what matters now to me.

After having a good laugh, Zoren found himself lying on the grass again, while Benjamin stayed where he was. They shared a quiet moment of peace. The weather was perfect, with the soft wind lulling Zoren into the possibility of a nap.

Zoren wasn’t sure if it was because of last night’s activity or just the ambiance, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he eventually drifted off to sleep.

Benjamin, on the other hand, glanced at his boss and smiled subtly. Looking away, he appreciated the beauty and serenity of their surroundings. It was far different from the city, indeed. In the main city, everything was just too fast—the people, the time, the cars, and everything else. One would quickly lose track of time if one wasn’t paying attention.

"Tell me about that time." Suddenly, Zoren’s cool voice snapped Benjamin out of his thoughts. He still had his eyes closed, his lips curling slightly. "That time you were talking about. I don’t think I’d remember, but I’m intrigued."

"Sir, I don’t think I should talk about that."

"And why’s that?"

"Because back then, I..." Benjamin trailed off, mentally wincing at the thought of the past. "I didn’t like you."

"Oh?"

"I was young back then, so I was careless. But I promise now, I like you very much from the bottom of my heart!" Benjamin panicked, thankful that his boss was Zoren and not Atlas. For sure, Atlas would’ve taken that the wrong way. Yes, Allen had told Benjamin all about it.

Zoren chuckled, still keeping his eyes closed. "It’s okay. You don’t have to be so defensive about it. After all... you wouldn’t be the first."

"..." Benjamin pursed his lips, his eyes still on his boss. Hearing that made him frown a little as his heart sank. He knew who Zoren was talking about — that woman.

Another minute of silence passed as Benjamin hugged his knees a little. He glanced at Zoren again before setting his eyes on the castle, then at the flower bed of roses near it.

"I was angry, and I had to blame someone," Benjamin’s quiet voice broke the silence. "Back then, I had to watch my father stay up late and worry a lot about the young master of the Pierson Family. That’s all he talked about, and as that happened, I felt like he was starting to prioritize someone else over me. It made me very unhappy. And from what I knew, I thought you were a brat."

"That’s why I didn’t like you back then," he continued in the same quiet tone. "I thought you were like those bullies at my school — the ones who would throw a tantrum if they didn’t get what they wanted. Those kids who think they own the world and that the world should revolve around them."

Since the Vitt Family was close to the main branch of the Pierson Family, particularly the Old Madam, Benjamin’s father had been able to send his son to prestigious schools. Hence, he’d met a lot of young masters and misses; some were good kids, but most were spoiled rotten.

Not that the Vitt Family couldn’t afford it, considering they were part of the government. Their status was enough to afford a good and comfortable life. It may not have been as luxurious as the Piersons or even the Bennets, but it was certainly a comfortable one.