Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484: Anything but this silence, please!

When Penny woke up from her nap, she looked around and saw only Zoren in the room. Her face quickly beamed into a gentle light.

"Renren? You’re still here?" Her voice was a little coarse as she sat up. "Where’s Slater?"

For some reason, Zoren smiled at her question. "He’s getting a check-up."

"Check-up?"

"A psychological test," he shrugged indifferently. "He wasn’t hurt, but what happened probably shocked him. It’s best if he takes a test just to make sure."

"Oh..." Penny sighed in relief upon hearing that. "He probably didn’t want to tell me. My third brother likes to act tough in front of me."

"He is a big brother, after all."

"I find it cute."

Zoren chuckled, dragging his chair closer. "Want some fruit?"

Penny glanced at the plate and basket full of fruit on the side table. She smiled and nodded.

"I can do it," she suggested, but he shook his head.

"I know you can, but let me."

Penny pouted, watching him quietly as he plucked the grapes and placed them on the plate. Even how he did it looked meticulous with his long and slender fingers.

"Renren," she called, and he hummed in response. "How’s your eyesight?"

"It’s not getting worse."

"Is it getting better?"

"Just a little." He offered her a reassuring smile. "My doctor says I’ll be fine. As long as I keep up the treatment, I’ll be okay."

"I’m glad to hear that."

"Now, here’s a grape." Zoren moved his seat closer, forking a grape and holding it out to her.

Penny pursed her lips. "Renren, I’m not sick. I can feed myself, you know. The only reason I am here is because my third brother is being paranoid."

"I know." He smiled and nodded, but still held the fork in front of her.

"Goodness," she muttered, her cheeks flushing before she took the bite happily.

Not many knew it, but Penny had always dreamed of living luxuriously. By "luxuriously," she didn’t mean being covered in designer items; she dreamed of being surrounded by food without needing to lift a finger because someone was feeding her already.

"Oh?" Zoren blinked. ’She’s on a diet?’

"It’s sweet," she said, raising her brows as she glanced at the fork idling over the next grape. ’What’s taking him so long?’

Meanwhile, Zoren was reassessing the meaning of "diet." Did she say that because she didn’t want him to think she had a big appetite? The thought made him chuckle as he fed her another grape. With each bite, a sweet giggle escaped her lips.

’She seems to enjoy this,’ he thought, making a mental note of what made her happy. ’She’s such a simple lady.’