My Destined Lover

Laura nodded to Mr. Taylor, then turned to go back to her room.

“Stop!” Mr. Taylor had no intention of letting her go. He shouted grimly, “When you see me, won’t you greet?”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Laura paused, feeling vaguely familiar. After thinking for a long time, she barely recalled that this scene had happened to her brother when he came back. Laura wanted to laugh. Did the family get upset when they didn’t get attention?

“I’m sorry, Dad, I didn’t notice.” She turned around tamely, lowered her head, and said.

Mr. Taylor sat upright and looked at his illegitimate daughter. He had just come back and didn’t know Laura very well, so he could only hear about her from Mrs. Taylor. After listening to the complaint, he was disappointed and disgusted with her.

“Dad, Dad, what, what … can I do for you?” Laura blinked and tried to look afraid when Mr. Taylor was silent for a long time.

Mr. Taylor felt that this illegitimate daughter was not quite the same as the image described by Mrs. Taylor. But it wasn’t he really care about and spoke stiffly, “I know that you’ve had a hard time staying in the countryside all those years. But there’s no reason for you to act out of line. You should behave yourself.” Mr. Taylor looked quite serious, “And don’t compare yourself to Lily. Just live your life.”

Laura couldn’t understand why Mr. Taylor said that, but she knew that Mrs. Taylor or Lily must have said something to him. And this so-called “father”, without even investigating, had easily abandoned his daughter in the countryside.

Laura mocked him in her heart, but she hunched her shoulders and nodded like a little rabbit, “Daddy, I know.” Mr. Taylor raised his eyebrows, his machismo was extremely satisfied, and he looked at Laura more favorably. He tried to be like a father and said gently, “Laura, don’t blame Dad. I will make it up to you later.”

“Mm-hmm.” She was still pretending to be a good child.

“Well, good. Good girl.” Mr. Taylor went upstairs and gently touched Laura’s head as he passed by.

Laura suppressed the sick in her heart and stood still with her head down. At that moment, she smelled a cheap perfume distributed from Mr. Taylor. Perfume? Laura looked at him thoughtfully.

Mrs. Taylor never uses perfume. Lily, only likes to use the big brand and expensive Eau de perfume. So where does this smell come from? t? Laura smirked, and her eyes sparkled with interest.

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After dinner, Mr. Taylor took the handkerchief offered by the servant and wiped his mouth. He glanced at the upstairs and wondered, “Why doesn’t Laura come down to dinner?”