The Unveiled Rose novel Chapter 38

So, I'd have a sweet, thoughtful daughter.

A daughter who'd truly love me.

The thought alone brought an involuntary smile to my face. "I will," I whispered to myself.

Reuben averted his gaze back to his paperwork. "Seems like you haven't had the chance to unpack yet."

I got up. "I'll get to it right away."

...

My bedroom was on the second floor, tucked away in the far east corner.

The room was spacious, even boasting a separate walk-in closet, not to mention the generous lighting and a sizable balcony.

With the curtains wide open, swathes of sunlight spilled across the bed, casting a cozy warmth throughout.

I didn't immediately start unpacking. Instead, I lay on the bed, soaking in the long-missed tranquility and thinking of my old life deep within my heart.

In that moment, the thought crossed my mind that living this way for the rest of my life wouldn't be so bad after all.

Only after a good rest did I wheel my suitcase into the walk-in closet and swing open the wardrobe doors to hang my clothes, only to find it already full.

Dresses, tees...of all kinds of styles and fashions.

I was stunned for a good while before I closed my suitcase and hurried downstairs, just as Reuben was about to leave. "The room the butler arranged for me seems to be occupied already," I said.

Reuben calmly responded, "No, that room was prepared for you."

But I was sure of what I saw. "But there are a lot of clothes in the walk-in closet."

"Oh." Reuben didn’t seem surprised. "Joyce was so excited when she heard you were coming. She insisted on dragging me shopping to buy those clothes for you."

That's when I realized the things he said in the living room weren’t just pleasantries.

He had already prepared everything I needed but was still worried something might be missing...

That's why he asked.

When Reuben mentioned Joyce, his expression softened. "She's always hoped her mom would one day wear the clothes she picked out."

"But..." I wasn't one for brands, but I knew the clothes he bought were expensive. "It’s too much."

Reuben clearly didn’t care about the expense. "Consider it your work uniform."

I opened my mouth to protest but ended up saying nothing.

"From today on, you're Joyce’s mother," he continued, "And thus, it's only right we take care of your needs, isn't it?"