A Night's Mistake: The Besotted CEO's Obsession novel Chapter 403

"What should I give as a gift?" Queena was now even more puzzled than Cynthia, making the situation more about her than the original problem.

Cynthia had suggested they brainstorm ideas, but instead of solutions, they had another person stumped on what to give as a gift.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Queena, you've given gifts every year, so you probably have a good sense of the old lady's tastes. How about we hit the shops together tomorrow and see what we can find?"

"Sure." Queena nodded and then asked Mila, "Mila, do you want to join us?"

Mila replied, "I'll have to pass. I'm turning the wedding dress I designed this afternoon into a finished piece, and I'll be spending the next few days on it."

"Alright, it's just you and me, Cynthia," Queena concluded.

They chatted about all sorts of things for a while, and then Mila went to her room to sleep.

Seeing that it was getting late, Cynthia also thought about leaving.

Queena grabbed Cynthia's wrist directly. "Cynthia, since we're going shopping tomorrow, why don't you just stay here tonight? We can head out together then."

"Liam probably won't agree." Cynthia shook her head, thinking of Liam's possessiveness. She didn't feel displeased; instead, there was a hint of sweetness in her heart.

But Queena insisted, wanting to keep Cynthia for the night, clinging to Cynthia's arm and acting cute. "Just talk to Liam, it's just for one day."

Seeing the girl's adorable look, Cynthia couldn't bear to refuse. Although she grew up with Hallet, he was, after all, a boy, and they were either fighting or on the verge of it every day. Moreover, Cynthia didn't have many friends and yearned for the kind of closeness where two girls could sleep over and chat about all sorts of gossip late into the night.

"Alright, let me call Liam and see if he agrees," Cynthia said, taking out her phone. But after a long ring, no one answered.

Cynthia remembered that when she went upstairs just now, the men were chatting in the courtyard and probably didn't hear it.

She didn't want to disturb them, so she put her phone aside and said, "Let's chat in bed for a while longer, and then I'll call again."

"We should go freshen up first, just in case your husband agrees, and we can go to bed directly," Queena suggested.

Cynthia wanted to refuse, but Queena had already brought new towels and clean pajamas and pulled Cynthia toward the bathroom.

At that moment, downstairs, Liam had just come out of the bathroom, having left his phone on the table in the courtyard.

As soon as he sat down, Vincent started teasing, "Your wife called you just now. We didn't answer because we didn't want to hear anything we shouldn't."

Liam, with a smile on his face, glanced at Vincent, took his phone in hand, and called Cynthia back. Coincidentally, this time, Cynthia didn't answer either.

Liam stared at the phone for a while, thinking that Cynthia didn't have many friends here, and it was fine for her to hang out with them a bit longer, so he didn't call again.

Just as he put the phone down and looked up, he saw Vincent looking at him with an amused expression. After a silence, he asked directly, "You're so relaxed. Have you sorted out your own love life?"

Hearing this, Vincent's smile disappeared visibly from his face. "Do you have to rub it in?"

These days, he had tried every means, but Mila had become increasingly timid. With Queena as a constant companion at home, it was hard for him to make progress.

Moreover, from his recent observations, Queena was indeed too well protected, often unable to read people or situations, naive and innocent. Perhaps entering the entertainment industry could make some progress.

Now with the Yearwood family's support, the dirty tricks in the entertainment industry should not harm her. So just now, when Queena once again proposed to enter the entertainment industry, he readily agreed.

Now, as long as his sister left for work, there would only be the two of them in the villa, and it would be much easier for him to do whatever he wanted.