Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Where’s my precious little Renren?

Soft laughter broke out from him as he cocked his head back. Zoren couldn’t see her face, but he could definitely imagine the look on it.

"Ha ha..." Penny laughed back unenthusiastically. "Don’t joke like that."

"I’m not joking," he remarked as he slowly released her, winking at her. "Just letting you know."

Penny gasped at that last final blow shot through her heart. Zoren laughed as he picked up the plates from the counter and marched to the sink. Her widened eyes followed his figure, catching him cock his head back at her with a naughty smile.

’God...’ she looked away, cupping her heated face. ’Why does he have to make me flustered when he already ate my lips? What a greedy man!’

Now, she would spend the day wondering what was running through his mind, which was his goal when he said those remarks. For her to think of him because, for sure, he would be thinking of her every second.

"Shall we welcome Grandma?" he uttered, snapping her back from her delusions. "Wife?"

"Huh?" she deadpanned, looking back at him in horror. "Right... grandma!"

Oh, my god.

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In the drawing room of the residence, Old Mrs. Pierson couldn’t stop grinning and chuckling on her own. Butler Hubert, on the other hand, pressed his lips together, the corners curled up almost reaching the heavens.

"Old Madam, do you think we should stay here?" he asked meaningfully. "They might have to halt their morning exercise to welcome us."

Old Mrs. Pierson smirked. "Did you see my grandson, Butler Hubert? He didn’t stop even when he saw me! I like the enthusiasm!" She nodded in satisfaction, proud that her grandson was working hard. "He has a better complexion as well. I’ve never seen him have such vibrant color before."

Thinking about it, Old Mrs. Pierson couldn’t help but assume her grandson was truly getting better. According to Zoren, his wife was based abroad, and they would only meet a few times a year. They were both busy individuals, after all.

"All this time, I thought his health deteriorated because he hasn’t found Thursday Girl," she sighed. "Who would have thought that secretive grandson of mine was actually just longing for my beautiful granddaughter-in-law?"

Butler Hubert nodded in agreement. "Now that she set up her office in the city, Young Master Zoren might actually fully recover."

"He will, he will!" Old Mrs. Pierson intoned. "He wouldn’t want to trouble his wife to take care of a sickly person like him."

"Old Madam, I think we should start preparing for their big wedding."

Old Mrs. Pierson arched a brow at Butler Hubert. Seeing the look on the old madam’s face, Butler Hubert cleared his throat. He carefully scooted to the end of the couch, sitting closer to where the old madam was seated.