With a brief look back at the room, Mia’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Lead the way.”


    Timothy was full of surprise. She’d like to find out what he had up his sleeves.


    Mia and the hotel attendant took the elevator to the top floor. She couldn’t help but feel puzzled,


    knowing exactly what awaited them upstairs.


    As a regr, how could she not know the ce?


    She followed him to the conservatory, and as she had expected, Timothy was there. He was taking in


    the sea while standing before the ss window.


    Due to the heavy rain, the sea took on a solemn gray tone.


    Mia strode up to him. “The sea is blue and pretty when it’s sunny.”


    Upon hearing that, Timothy turned his head to look at her.


    Miamanded attention in her striking ck dress, her lips a vivid red, evoking an air of captivating


    enigma.


    He had never seen Mia dressing this way, so he didn’t know she could be thisdylike.


    “What are you looking at, Mr. Barrett?” Something was weird about the way he stared at her. It seemed


    as though he was observing traces of another person’s presence within her.


    Timothy circled to her back to pull out the chair for her. “Please, have a seat.”


    “Thank you.” Mia dly epted the offer.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    Sitting gracefully, she gazed at the handsome man. “I didn’t expect you to invite me here. A candlelight


    dinner doesn’t sound bad.”


    He calmly cut the steak into pieces. “It would be inconvenient to talk with the kid around.”


    “Did you really think that I invited you to the room I’m staying in? I may be an irresponsible mother, but I


    have my boundaries to keep.”


    “Sorry. I was overthinking.” Timothy then switched their tes. He gave her the steak he had cut.


    She took a bite of it. “It’s delicious.”


    From the delectable vor of the steak, it seemed evident that he had splurged on its quality.


    That fell well within her expectations. After all, he must be someone of considerable stature


    to be able to offer 10 million dors.


    Mia nced at him. “Are you from Bern City, like Caleb?”


    “Yes.”


    “What do you do for a living?”


    “I’m a businessman. I run my family’s business.”


    Her brows arched. “That must be a huge business.”


    It finally dawned upon her that Timothy hailed from a well–off family.


    “It’s our family’s legacy. What about you, Ms. Monalize? Are you from Chesterfield?”


    Her hands froze momentarily. “Did Ginger tell you that?”


    “Yes.” Timothy nodded.


    Mia felt a sense of disbelief at Ginger’s betrayal. Nevertheless, she smiled and said, “You know so


    much about me. Are you trying to flirt with me?”


    He stared at her deeply when he heard that.


    For four long years, Timothy had been tirelessly searching for Mia.


    His gaze fixated on the mole beneath the corner of her eye. His hand couldn’t help but reach out for it,


    but she dodged him.


    She leaned back in the chair, her gaze cold. “Isn’t that a bit premature? We haven’t built that level of


    closeness yet, Mr. Barrett.


    Mia couldn’t help but feel let down. As she had expected, all men were the same.


    Timothy apologized, “Sorry. Have you always had that mole beneath your eye?” “Yes.” She found that


    question weird. She wondered why he asked that.