Chapter 16 Fighting, Honey!
Sybil’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Lowell. He was doing one–handed push–ups above her, with his other rough hand over her mouth.
Besides, he had just pulled the blanket over them, leaving only their heads sticking out. Their eyes met, and the way he moved made the situation look awkwardly intimate.
“Lowell, you…” Sybil felt uneasy. She couldn’t take it anymore, so she pushed Lowell’s large hand away with all her strength.
Lowell paused in his push–up, holding himself at the lowest position. He leaned in and whispered a warning in her ear, “Didn’t you say you’d complete this three–month task? This is part of it, so don’t move.”
Sybil froze for a second. Then she caught a glimpse of movement by the door–it opened a crack and Rebecca was peeking in on them.
‘Oh, I got it!‘ Sybil understood and whispered, “Want me to play along and make some
noise?”
Lowell hesitated briefly, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Can you?” `
Sybil looked at him, her gaze dead serious.
A hint of mockery flashed in Lowell’s eyes. “Give it a shot.”
Taking a deep breath, Sybil began her performance. “Come on, honey! Fighting! One, two, three, four! Two, two-”
Lowell’s playful expression vanished, and veins throbbed on his forehead. He quickly covered her mouth again.
Sybil frowned, “Mmm…”
The muffled sounds only made Rebecca’s imagination run wild. She quietly eased the door shut, a smile spreading across her face as she slipped away.
Sybil pushed Lowell’s hand away again, annoyed. “Your grandma’s gone. You can get up now.”
Lowell tossed the blanket aside, smoothly got up, and quickly pulled his shirt back on.
Sybil sat up, leaning against the headboard, and casually whistled. “For your age, you‘ ve got an amazing body. Those six–pack abs are impressive.”
‘For my age? How old does she think I am?‘ Lowell’s back stiffened. “If you keep staring, I’ll think you’re drooling over my looks.”
Sybil wiped her mouth playfully. “I’m just admiring your abs. The rest isn’t my type.”
“Oh, really?” Lowell asked as he walked over to the headboard and gently lifted Sybil’s chin. “What is your type, then?”
Sybil tilted her face up to meet his gaze, “The adorable, sweet kind.”
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Lowell scoffed, “You call that a man?”
“So, what’s your type?” Sybil smirked.
Lowell didn’t respond.
Sybil raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess, you’re into hot women?”
Lowell looked down at her and leaned in slightly. “Bottom line, you’re definitely not my type–some girl who cheers in bed.”
With that, he released her chin coldly and headed toward the bathroom.
Sybil pouted. With Rebecca home today, Lowell would definitely be staying the night. Even though she knew he wasn’t into her, being in the same room was just plain uncomfortable.
When Lowell emerged from the bathroom, Sybil was already dozing off against the headboard. Her phone screen was still lit up with a paused game.
‘She can’t even take care of herself, yet here she is thinking about wanting a young boyfriend? Ridiculous!‘ Lowell sneered silently.
He narrowed his charming eyes, took her phone, locked it, and tossed it onto the bed. He hadn’t planned on taking care of her, but since he accidentally hurt her earlier, he pulled the blanket over her before heading to the sofa.
The next morning, Sybil woke up to find Lowell already gone. With no job to rush off to, she lazily leaned against the headboard, scrolling through her phone.
Suddenly, a message from her friend, Philip Lewis, popped up on WhatsApp. [I’ve found an authentic piece by the artist Herba. It’s at the Zenith Auction House. Hurry up!
Sybil’s expression darkened. She immediately jumped out of bed to get ready. As she headed downstairs, she ran into Rebecca coming out of the kitchen.
“Good morning, Mrs. Hendrix,” Sybil greeted her politely.
Rebecca frowned slightly. “Come on, drop the formality. Just call me Rebecca.”
Sybil noticed something had shifted in Rebecca’s attitude. “Rebecca,” she said, adjusting her tone.
“That’s better. It sounds much closer that way.” Rebecca finally smiled and pulled her to sit down. “Come try the breakfast I made for you.”
The servants at the Hendrix residence were all surprised. ‘Oh my! Mrs. Rebecca
Hendrix personally cooked for the newlywed young lady!‘
Sybil was eager to leave, but she couldn’t refuse the thoughtful gesture from Rebecca. She picked up the oatmeal and took a bite. “Thank you. It’s delicious.”
“If
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like it, have some more.” Rebecca beamed. The oatmeal was packed with
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supplements to boost fertility, and she was eagerly waiting for a great–grandchild.
Just then, Clara came downstairs, yawning. “Morning, Grandma.”
Rebecca’s expression suddenly grew serious. “You’re here at the right time. Come over and apologize to Sybil.”
Clara froze, staring at Rebecca in shock. “You want me to apologize to her? She was the one who bullied me!”
Rebecca’s face was stern. “There are long–time servants in this house who have eyes, not just those serving you. I’ve already looked into it, and it’s true that you splashed dirty water on Sybil first, which provoked her response.”
Sybil quietly ate her oatmeal, glancing up at Clara, who looked guilty.
Rebecca pulled Clara in front of Sybil. “Hurry up and apologize quickly. Don’t let me down.”
Clara felt wronged but didn’t dare to oppose Rebecca. “I–I’m sorry,” he mumbled reluctantly.
“It’s okay,” Sybil said with a faint smile, placing her empty bowl down as she stood up. Rebecca, I have some things to do. I’ll be leaving now.”
Rebecca nodded. “Go on. Be careful on your way.”
After Sybil left, Clara burst into tears. “Grandma, why are you siding with her instead of me?”
Rebecca lectured her sternly, “I’ll always side with whoever’s right. And remember, she‘ s your sister–in–law, so show some respect.”
Clara protested, “But Lowell doesn’t like her. He clearly wants to marry Simona-”
Rebecca’s expression darkened. “Shut up! Don’t mention that woman again.” Clara rarely saw Rebecca this angry, so she reluctantly fell silent.
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18
At the Zenith Auction House, the vice CEO of Crescent Group, Philip, reported to Sybil,” It’s Herba’s original work, ‘V Formation in Late Autumn.‘ A foreign businessman has brought it in for auction, starting at 160 thousand dollars.”
Herba was the pen name of Sybil’s biological mother. For years, everyone said her mother had passed away, but Sybil couldn’t find a single piece of evidence.
With no other leads, she decided to start her search by looking into her mother’s works scattered around the world.
Sybil asked, “What’s our balance looking like?”
Philip replied, “We’ve got about 16.5 million liquid. The rest is locked up in ongoing projects.”
“That’s enough,” Sybil said, about to enter the auction house. Just then, she saw
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pulling up–what was this strange guy doing here?
Lowell’s car pulling
