Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 30

Lips curling up, Miranda sent a GIF over her phone, putting it down as she tidied up before heading downstairs.

Today, Lavinia was visiting and directing the house staff as they moved things around.

"Yes, put that over here," she instructed softly. "Careful now, don't wake Miranda."

Lavinia turned and spotted Miranda. "Oh, you're up, Miranda?"

Miranda smiled back at her. "Ms. Lancaster."

At the sight of Miranda in the adorable pajamas she had bought, Lavinia's face lit up like a Christmas tree. As a childless elder, treating Miranda as her own daughter felt like discovering a new world. Especially with Miranda being so pretty - every outfit seemed to suit her perfectly.

Every time Lavinia went out and saw beautiful clothes or bags, she couldn't resist buying them for Miranda. The satisfaction of dressing her up was more rewarding than any ten-million-dollar business deal.

"I brought some decorations I thought girls might like. I hope I didn't disturb your rest?"

Miranda chuckled. "Not at all."

"I heard you cleared a section in the backyard to grow medicinal plants. Do you have enough space? If not, we could buy another house," Lavinia offered.

Miranda cleared her throat. "No need, there's plenty of space."

What she liked the place the most was its expansive backyard, which made this villa perfect for cultivating her plants along with the uninhabited area behind the house leading to the hills.

"Alright, but if you ever need more space, just let me know. How about some assistants? I could hire a few top students from med school or agricultural college for you."

Miranda politely declined Lavinia's enthusiastic offer. She had other plans for assistants.

Since Lavinia had come early, they ended up having breakfast together.

"My mother's health has improved tremendously. She follows your advice and does her rehab exercises daily. Without the illness tormenting her, she's been sleeping soundly. She often asks about you, saying she owes you a great thanks. It's astonishing how quickly she's recovered," Lavinia marveled.

Miranda was curious. "Hmm?"

Lavinia's voice was soft with reflection. "Having a daughter to talk to, it's quite nice."

Miranda paused, and then smiled gently.

At Rose Cafe, the place wasn't crowded, but most patrons couldn't help but glance at the booth by the window.

Their gazes often lingered on the girl in casual wear and a baseball cap with a high ponytail. Her relaxed charm and stunning profile made many do a double-take, wondering if she was a celebrity.

Sitting across from her was a young man, not strikingly handsome, but with a unique presence typical of a high-achiever, mixed with an unassuming charm. Strangely, this seemingly contradictory aura suited him perfectly.

"You're looking quite sharp," Miranda arched her lips.