My Destined Lover

When they arrived at the Taylor house. Laura looked at the house which was quite alien to the next door. Compared with the magnificent appearance of the next one, this place was much more shallow.

Laura quirked up the corners of her mouth.

The maid stepped into the gate, looking at Laura staring at the villa and forbearing the strange itch on his body, and said cynically,

“Why are you still standing here? Follow me!”

Laura was not annoyed by the maid’s speech, and put her hand in her pocket, “Maid, have you got rid of the itch?”

The maid heard this and froze, hesitantly speaking, “How do you know?”

Looking up and meeting Laura’s eyes, for some reason, although Laura was smiling at the moment, in the maid’s eyes it looked like a devil that just crawled out of hell.

“I saw you scratching your back all the time, and I even wanted to help you scratch where you couldn’t reach.” Laura raised her eyebrows and shrugged.

“What the hell.” The maid was still muttering in a low voice.

The living room of the villa was much more complicated compared to the outside arrangement.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Mother.” Laura looked at the woman sitting on the sofa and spoke tentatively.

“You’re here.” Mrs. Taylor had a frost in her voice as if the one in front of her was just a stranger.

Laura looked around and frowned, she thought that her father and her so-called sister were also there.

“Don’t look around, just myself.” Mrs. Taylor said.

“Did Jones explain the rules to you when you came?” Jones was the maid who came to pick up Laura.

“Yes, we made it clear.” Laura nodded.

“She has said all should be said. I just have one thing to add.” Mrs. Taylor looked Laura up and down, and the dislike on her face was obvious, “After all, you are one of our family, so it will be good for you if we are better off.”

“What do you mean?”

“Behave yourself, when you get to the Brown home. You are not in the countryside anymore. It’s your honor to marry Marcus.”

“That’s so complicated. What your implication!.” Laura frowned and couldn’t help but interrupt.

Mrs. Taylor was stuck and continued, “when you get to the Taylor house, put up with critique and say compliment for our family.”

“Okay.” Laura nodded, behaving as lovable as she could be.

Laura slowly walked towards Mrs. Taylor, who suddenly sneezed, one after another.

“What’s wrong with you, madam?” Jones said with concern.

Mrs. Taylor waved her hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a hoarse voice, “Nothing, just a pricking sensation in my throat somehow.”

Laura was a relief for no more nonsense.

The maid did not let go of this opportunity to please Mrs. Taylor, stepping forward concernedly. But suddenly, the madam sneezed and sprayed the face of the maid with spittle.

They both froze. Laura almost did not hold back the sound of laughter.

“Mother, Jones, are you all right.” Laura adjusted herself and pretended to be concerned.

While Jones froze, “Madam…”

“Jones! Did you give me something bad to make my throat so uncomfortable!” Mrs. Taylor was annoyed at feeling humiliated in front of Laura and slapped the table.

Jones hurriedly lowered her head, “Madam, I didn’t.”

“You.” Mrs. Taylor was getting up and said, “Forget it. Laura, now, you should follow me to the Brown’s.”

“Okay.”

When Laura walked into the Brown house, Claire, Marcus’ aunt, got up and looked Laura up and down without a trace. She was very satisfied that Marcus can’t accept Laura who was so out of style.

“Miss Claire, are you satisfied.” Mrs. Taylor rubbed her hands and asked cautiously.

“Laura, right? You can go upstairs first to see your future husband. He is not well, so you should take care of him.” Claire said unemotionally.