NovelsFreeChapter 379: Arabella cast a quick look at Marissa, feeling a deep connection with her. Their shared passions and mutual empathy made them kindred spirits.
With a gentle smile, Arabella forwarded the video to Marissa.
The moment the video was sent, laughter erupted between them, rich and full, marked by a shared sense of mischief.
To express her appreciation for Arabella's warmth, Marissa began painting a portrait of her.
When she completed the portrait, Arabella's joy was palpable. She held the artwork close, cherishing it dearly. Admiring the painting, Arabella let out a reflective sigh. "I've had two dreams in this life: to witness Connor getting married and starting a family, and to be immortalized by my idol, Only. Today, both dreams stand fulfilled." gvlhosts the latest chapters Marissa responded with a playful grin, "Grandma, today isn't your best look. Let's keep this portrait as a start. On a day when you're feeling vibrant, we'll dress you up, enhance your beauty with makeup, and I'll paint another one." She added thoughtfully, "In fact, why not make this a regular event? I could paint you periodically, giving you a gallery of moments to reminisce over." Overwhelmed, Arabella exclaimed, "Oh, my! To think of using the renowned Only for this, smight say I'm misusing such talent." Marissa giggled, dismissing the worry. "No, they'll be nothing but envious!" Arabella let out another hearty laugh. "Hahaha." The evening unfolded with the two women immersed in conversation and painting, the room buzzing with warmth and energy. They even dined there, their dialogue weaving through the meal as they enjoyed each other's company.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter dinner, they lingered in conversation until Arabella, visibly worn out, drifted off to sleep while holding onto Marissa's painting.
Once Arabella was comfortably asleep, Marissa quietly left the room.
She stepped outside and realized it was already late at night.
As she walked, Cade approached her and said, “Mrs. Tiffany Daniels, Mrs. Arabella Daniels wantedto remind you, before she forgot herself, that you should stay here tonight. She's hoping to have breakfast with you and discuss simportant matters in the morning." Marissa was rendered speechless. Did it mean that despite her extensive talk with Arabella, Arabella had skirted around any important matters? It was clear to her that Arabella didn't want her to go and was eager to see her first thing in the morning. Given Arabella's frail condition today, Marissa decided it was best to stay.
As she had been staying at Connor's house since she moved into the Daniels Manor, she hesitantly made her way there.
Though unaware of the full extent of last night's havoc, she assumed Connor had likely had speople clean up during the day. It probably wasn't too disastrous now.
Yet upon arriving at the house, Marissa was taken aback.
The main gate was demolished, now just a sad remnant lying to the side. The yard was a disaster area, strewn with what were once valuable calligraphy works and paintings, now shattered alongside other decorative pieces. None had survived intact.
Most distressing of all was the sight of the one-of-a-kind Rolls-Royce worth 180 million dollars, now with a broken window and a front tire missing.
Marissa was utterly astounded by the scene before her. The lawn's toppled rockery, a demolished front door, and a sofa along with a window from the second floor were strewn across the ground.
Under the mingling glow of moonlight and lamplight, the once elegant and peaceful house now appeared as if ravaged by a natural disaster, casting a desolate shadow over everything.
Stunned, Marissa muttered to herself, "Did I really cause all this destruction while sleepwalking?" She quickly estimated the damages at about three billion dollars. This massive sum meant she would have to return every penny she had ever taken from Connor, plus interest.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the yard, Domenic, Marc, and Terry stood silently, looking on.
Marissa noticed the three appeared pale and worn, as if they had been deprived of food.
She contemplated feigning ignorance about her sleepwalking, but Domenic quickly dispelled such thoughts.
After she inspected the damage, Domenic approached andquestioned, "Miss Wash, do you realize you have a sleepwalking issue?" Marissa was left without words.
It was clear Domenic would never pose such a question without m Connor's directive. The intent was undoubtedly to press her into admitting what she wished to deny. With a sense of resignation, she asked, "Did I really do all this in my sleep?"
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