Regrt 296

Chapter 296

“Mom… Why… I’m the customer here!”

“Behave yourself!”

Mrs. Shaw, swallowing her anger, handed the phone back to Frank and turned to me with a forced smile. ” Ms. Wilson, as the designer of the dress, please make sure to attend the engagement party next week. If there are any issues with the dress, it will be easier to resolve them if you’re present.”

“Safe travels. I won’t be seeing you out.”

I made a gesture to indicate that they could leave. “Please transfer the final payment to the account from last time. Thank you.”

After the farce, it was already nearing seven o’clock.

I suggested treating them to pizza.

Just as we reached the underground car park, Jane received a call about a drinking party and decided to

abandon me.

So it was just Frank, Megan, and me.

Frank raised his chin a little. “Get in my car. I’ll drop you and Megan off at work tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

As I walked over to open the rear door, Megan pushed me into the front seat, “Charlotte, sit in the front. It’s a bit cramped in the back.”

The downside of sports cars is that they’re flashy but uncomfortable.

I opened a food APP to decide where to eat when Frank yawned, “I’m tired. Let’s just eat at home. You can order takeaway.”

That was fine.

I was a bit tired too.

By the time we got home, the takeaway was already hanging on the door.

Frank hooked the takeaway with a finger and walked towards his house, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Let’s go to my place. I’m afraid of being caught in a compromising situation at your place.”

I was confused. “Caught in a compromising situation?”

Frank lazily walked inside and bent down to hand me a pair of new slippers. “With Ryan and Jack around, I can’t beat any of them.”

I tried to ignore his remarks but heard him continue, “Besides, none of them are right for you. Ryan isn’t suitable, and Jack isn’t any better.”

“How do you know that?”

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I couldn’t help but retort as I took the takeaway bags from him and set them on the table.

“Try it if you don’t believe me.”

Frank scoffed with an arrogant look in his eyes, as if mocking my foolishness.

Before I could respond, he went into the kitchen and plugged in the hotpot.

Soon, a delicious aroma filled the air.

Frank, usually talkative, was silent while eating, only focusing on his meal,

Megan and I chatted animatedly while eating.

After dinner, as I was about to clean up, Frank casually remarked, “Go play. We don’t have a tradition of women doing housework here. If Grandma saw, she’d pinch my ears off.”

At first, it seemed harmless, but upon reflection, it carried a hint of ambiguity.

However, Frank showed no awareness of it and continued to clean up the table leisurely.

Megan pulled my hand. “Charlotte, let me show you around!”

“Alright.”

Her enthusiasm was such that I didn’t even know how to refuse.

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After touring the living room and her room, she led me into Frank’s study, “I’m telling you, my brother has

a lot of great stuff, including many calligraphy and paintings… all of which are rare outside…*

My attention was caught by a ceramic piggy bank in the shape of a rabbit.

It was quite ugly…

But it also felt strangely familiar.

I found myself reaching out to pick it up, almost by instinct.

It was heavy, and shaking it produced the sound of coins.

It was a piggy bank.

I chuckled slightly. “I didn’t realize your brother…”

“Who allowed you to touch that?”

A sharp reprimand came from the left rear, startling me so much that I instinctively let go.

Crash!

The piggy bank shattered, coins scattering everywhere.

Frank rushed over in two large strides, and when I looked up, his face was stormy and his expression growing darker!