Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 291

Chapter 291: Too perfect
When Zoren returned to his office, he slowed down and squinted, looking for his grandmother. Not that Old Mrs. Pierson had left her spot.

“Grandma,” he called out as he sat down on the couch where Penny had previously been seated. As soon as he did, he caught a faint lingering whiff of the soft scent Penny carried.

“Renren, your wife is so delicate and warm! Don’t you upset her, alright?!” Old Mrs. Pierson’s voice brought him back from his momentary trance. “I can’t believe that despite her insistence, you didn’t even let her meet me! She must’ve been very upset.”

“I don’t think she is…” He trailed off, because Penny didn’t even know she had a husband until recently.

But Old Mrs. Pierson didn’t know that.

“Hmph! What do you know?” Old Mrs. Pierson shook her head and sighed dejectedly. “It’s a good thing I met her today! If not, you’d be surprised if she just blew up and divorced you!”

“…”

“My poor child… you’re lucky your wife has stayed this long in the marriage. It seems she’s had to listen to you all the time.” Old Mrs. Pierson shook her head again and sighed. “I feel so bad for her.”

Zoren’s lips parted, but no words came out. For a moment, he could only stare at his grandmother’s blurry figure.

“Grandma, do you think I’d make a terrible husband?” he asked out of pure curiosity.

All his life, Old Mrs. Pierson had doted on him. She had never said anything bad about him and was often proud of him for the littlest things. In her eyes, he was perfect in everything—except in health.

“I’m not saying you’re a terrible husband, but Renren, you were never with anyone until your wife!” His grandmother intoned, her voice laced with deep worry. “Whether or not it’s your intention, you might tend to upset her! She might not say it, because Penelope looks like the type who would bottle up her frustration, but people like that are scary when they explode!”

“You think keeping her a secret upsets her?”

“No, no. I think my dearest baby understands the situation.” Old Mrs. Pierson waved dismissively. “However, she did mention that she insisted on meeting me. She must have longed for me all these years.”

“???” Zoren tilted his head, and even though he couldn’t clearly see her, he could tell she was sighing while clasping her chest. ‘I doubt it,’ was what he wanted to say, but he didn’t dare break her heart.

“Tonight is our first family dinner together — the three of us!” Old Mrs. Pierson remarked with finality, using the same tone she employed when making decisions for the Pierson family. “Do not mishandle it, Zoren Pierson.”

“Grandma, you’re talking as if I don’t know my wife.”

Old Mrs. Pierson shook her head. “Your wife is too pretty, and I know men are lining up for her. Mess up your marriage once, and it’s over for you. I can’t let that happen.”

“Is she…” he trailed off, catching himself before asking his grandmother about his wife’s appearance.

“Women will only put up with you until they can no longer do so. My granddaughter-in-law is beautiful, has a perfect figure — unlike those I see in the tabloids that are barely skin and bones — and is a successful woman,” Old Mrs. Pierson continued, listing all the obvious good things about Penny that were already enough to attract men of the same standing as the Pierson family. “Not to mention, she is also a very thoughtful and considerate girl, very kind and warm, and very likable.”

A satisfied smile turned up on her face, thanking the Heavens for listening to her prayers. “She’s too perfect, Renren. You’ll have too much competition. Let’s make sure she stays with our family.”

“Okay,” Zoren nodded in agreement.

“I’ll make her my ultimate dish tonight, and she will never eat that dish anywhere else without comparing it with mine!”

“Grandma, don’t tire yourself too much. My wife will only worry.”

Old Mrs. Pierson shook her head. “Just yesterday, I thought I’d only live for today, but after today, I know for sure I’ll live for the next ten years! I haven’t felt so invigorated in a long time!”

“Haha.” A low chuckle escaped him. “I can see that,” or rather, he could feel it.

Not long ago, his grandmother had been talking about kicking the bucket. But now, it seemed she was strong enough to kick the Grim Reaper out if he came knocking on her door.

Old Mrs. Pierson stayed in the office for another half hour, talking about her dinner plans. She even gave him detailed instructions on what to do, aside from helping with the preparation. Zoren listened attentively, nodding his head and letting his grandmother exercise her voice.

* * *

When Old Mrs. Pierson finally left, Zoren swiftly caught up on the work he could’ve finished earlier if not for his grandmother. Benjamin also joined him in the office, reading documents aloud for Zoren until the system that would run through all the documents so Zoren only needed to listen was delivered.

His day went by as usual.

“Sir, are we heading to the old residence?” Benjamin asked as he opened the backseat door for his boss.

“Yes,” Zoren replied as he got in.

Benjamin’s eyes lit up, and he quickly jumped into the front passenger seat. Once seated, he turned to the backseat excitedly.

“Are you truly having a family dinner with the chairwoman and Miss Penelope?” he asked, and Zoren nodded. “Alright!”

Zoren arched a brow, detecting the excitement in Benjamin’s voice. “Didn’t you dislike Miss Penelope?”

“Huh?”

“You sound… elated.”

“What? No! Hah! Why would I be excited about your dinner with Miss Penelope?! She kicked me out of the office earlier and even — ” Benjamin bit his tongue before he could mention how she had smacked his head.

“And even what?” Zoren cocked his head to the side. “Ben, is there something you’re not telling me?”

‘How did he know?!’ Benjamin felt a little nervous, thinking his boss’s eyesight might’ve been deteriorating, but he was still sharp enough to pick up on hints. “I’m — I’m just glad that the chairwoman isn’t worried anymore! She looked so youthful today when she left your office! I thought she was sixty!”

“Really?”

“Yes! Even I was surprised!”

Zoren smiled in satisfaction. “Ben, can you find out what kind of flowers she likes?”

“Huh?”

“I wanted to thank her for everything,” he explained. “For the bodyguards and for helping me with my personal problems.”

‘Boss, finding out the CEO of the Prime Group is already impossible! Even with our connections, we wouldn’t be able to trace her so easily if not for the fact that she gave you her personal calling card!’ was what Benjamin wanted to say, but instead, he grinned proudly.

“I got it!”