Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 278

Chapter 278: What is he doing here?
Following the cat and getting ambushed by a weird frog resulted in Zoren making a friend — a good friend he never thought he would ever have in this world… or in this lifetime.

She was kind, warm, and honest.

She was a good person with a big heart to spare. Yet, she was also fierce and wise, always ready to protect her heart from any potential threat.

It was why Zoren didn’t want to die, or at least, he wanted to live longer. It was why, even if the thought of death crossed his mind, he wouldn’t want to say it aloud or manifest it again. Because if he did, it would hurt her, and it would break the promise he made to her.

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[Present Time]

Seated on the camping chair placed by the side of the road, Zoren casually sniffed the steam rising from the hot tea in his hand. Every Thursday, Benjamin would drop him off here and then return after a few hours to pick him up.

But this time, Benjamin didn’t leave. Instead, he parked at the end of the street — far enough not to bother his boss, but close enough to act if danger approached.

“Thursday Girl…” Benjamin sighed heavily. “I don’t think she’ll ever come. From what I’ve heard, the last time they saw each other was twelve years ago.”

Twelve years was a long time.

Who knows? Thursday Girl could’ve met a man and married. She might have three children by now — who knows?

Another deep exhale escaped his nostrils as he looked at his boss’s figure pitifully. “I might not understand him because of this,” he mumbled. “It’s not like he likes her… at least, not romantically.”

Zoren had already made that clear.

[She’s an important person in my life, but I’m not in love with her. Don’t taint our friendship with such things.]

Wasn’t that odd?

All of Zoren’s dedication over the years, and how he gave importance to every Thursday, would suggest he was in love. That he was hopeful of meeting his first love again. However, Zoren was adamant that it wasn’t like that and that he wasn’t confused.

“Either way, I feel bad for him,” Benjamin sighed heavily, shaking his head. “If only the chairwoman had been able to find her.”

Benjamin had known Zoren since they were young. After all, Benjamin’s family had worked for the Pierson Family for generations as well. He was also aware of how the chairwoman had done her best to find Thursday Girl. However, the chairwoman had trusted one of the family members to lead the search, not knowing that this person had already switched sides.

By the time the chairwoman found out, it was too late. The first few months after they left the country for Zoren’s treatment, no one had actually been looking for Thursday Girl. Instead of searching for her, they were blocking all the information they could about Zoren’s only beacon of hope.

“So, they had no choice but to do door-to-door around the area,” he whispered as he leaned back, hands on the steering wheel. “My father even told me about how they knocked on every door in the neighborhood, looking for Thursday Girl.”

But to no avail.

Benjamin’s father had taken over the task of searching for Thursday Girl, but with all the information about the girl vanishing into thin air, they had to use every means possible to get a clue. But alas, even when the team camped at this meeting place, a girl with a cat, a frog, and that unknown creature didn’t appear.

Which explained their current plight.

Another sigh escaped Benjamin as he watched his boss enjoy the tea all alone again.

“Another Thursday where he’s alone…” Benjamin trailed off when he suddenly caught sight of a figure walking down the street. He squinted, catching a slender woman with a cat in her arms. Although it was already nighttime and he could barely see her figure, the furry cat in her arms was clearly visible.

For a second, he held his breath, his eyes slowly widening. “Don’t tell me…” he whispered, his breath hitching as he saw the woman slow down when she noticed the man on the side of the street.

“Thursday Girl?!” he gasped, wide-eyed.

Benjamin didn’t know whether to rejoice or cry because if this woman was Thursday Girl, then…

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he watched Zoren pause before turning his head toward the woman.

“If this is Thursday Girl, then… my boss is probably saved,” he whispered, teary-eyed, smiling in relief. “Please… let her be her, and not just a passerby.”

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Minutes ago, in the Bennet Mansion…

“To the place where I first met her.” Penny’s lips stretched from ear to ear, making Butler Jen chuckle.

“Still that place, huh?” Butler Jen smiled back. “Very well. I guess it’s a good idea for a birthday.”

Penny nodded. “It’s been a while since I took her out of the mansion. She loves going out, hehe.”

“Penny?”

Suddenly, Penny and Butler Jen’s conversation was interrupted by Haines’s voice. The two turned their heads in his direction, only to see Haines signaling for Penny to come.

“Come here for a second,” said Haines.

Penny furrowed her brows but didn’t question it. She smiled at Butler Jen, picked up Chunchun, and followed Haines to the other study, which was right next to Charles’s home office.

Butler Jen stayed in the living area to clean up some of the wrappers so Penny wouldn’t have to do it herself. Much to his surprise, when he finished and was carrying the wrappers to the kitchen, Penny returned.

“That was quick,” Butler Jen pointed out, only to see Penny chuckle.

“Uncle Haines just showed me his gifts to Chunchun,” she explained. “It’s a lot, so I told him we’d open it later. I’ll walk Chunchun out first.”

Butler Jen nodded in understanding, knowing that Haines had this habit of panic-buying gifts. Haines explained that it was to make sure if one gift wasn’t enough to please the receiver, he could have a higher chance with the others. Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but sigh.

“All right, then. Have a wonderful and warm walk.”

Penny giggled before walking away.

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“Chunchun, you should walk, you know?” Penny muttered while walking down the street. “You haven’t walked much, and now you want to be carried. Is being physically old that much of a burden now?”

Penny ruffled the fur of the cat in her arms, talking to her pet, who had grown tired after just a few minutes of walking. As she did, she noticed a figure ahead. Lifting her gaze, her steps slowed as her brows furrowed slightly.

Confused, a whisper slipped past her lips. “What is he doing here?”