Chapter 16
Sylvie sat in the room, looking at all the luxury items filling the room, feeling somewhat dazed.
From the day she arrived at the Garrow’s manor, the servants kept bringing things to her room.
High–end dresses, limited edition jewelry, designer handbags… almost filled the entire space.
“Ms. Ainsley, this is the blue diamond necklace that Mr. Garrow just bought at the auction.”
“This is the latest season’s evening gown flown in from Paris. Mr. Garrow said you like red, so he ordered the entire collection.”
“And there were these bags…”
Sylvie finally couldn’t help but interrupt: “Do you see any place in this room where we can put things?”
The servants looked at each other, and one of them immediately put on the earpiece and whispered, “Mr. Garrow, Ms. Ainsley said the room too small and she needs to switch to a two–thousand–square–meter villa.”
Sylvie: “I didn’t mean that!”
The servant said seriously, “Mr. Garrow has instructed that there is no limit to how much money you can spend.”
Sylvie touched her forehead: “You didn’t spend Mr. Garrow’s money like this, did you?”
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“Mr. Garrow was wealthy,” the servant said seriously, “these are just a drop in the bucket.”
Sylvie took a deep breath and finally asked the question she had been wanting to ask for the past few days: “I’ve been here for almost a week now, can I meet Mr. Garrow?”
The servant hesitated for a moment, “Mr. Garrow said… he wasn’t mentally prepared yet.”
Sylvie chuckled, “He ‘invited‘ me over; but he wasn’t ready himself?” She stood up, “Okay, then I’m going back.”
As soon as the words fell, the servants suddenly stood up straight in unison, respectfully saying, “Mr. Garrow, hello!”
Sylvie was taken aback and turned to look at the door.
The sound of footsteps approached from a distance, and a tall figure appeared in her line of sight.
The man was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, which made his legs look straight. His features were handsome and well- defined, exuding a noble and clean aura.
Sylvie was stunned.
Is this Hershel Garrow?
Wasn’t that Mr. Garrow who was said to be on his last legs?
He looked healthy enough to punch a cow to death!
On her first day here, she was already prepared to become a widow as soon as she entered the door. However, the Garrow’s manor was not in grief, there was no smell of medicine, instead it was decorated beautifully, full of joy, and everyone was welcoming her arrival.
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She wanted to go see Hershel’s situation, but she was blocked by his parents and grandparents in every possible way.
“Syl, Hershel is not available to see anyone right now…”
“Yes, yes, he needed to rest…”
“You just arrived, take a rest first…”
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Now, hearing that she was going to leave, he finally agreed to show up.
Hershel stood at the doorway, his ears slightly red and his gaze somewhat evasive, as if really as the servant had said.
I wasn’t ready to see her yet.
Sylvie squinted her eyes: “Mr. Garrow, could you explain?”
Hershel cleared his throat and before he could speak, his parents and grandparents hurried over, surrounding Sylvie and talking all at once.
“Syl, don’t be angry, Hershel is just too shy…”
“Yes, yes, he never knew how to chase girls since he was young…”
“We had no choice but to come up with this idea…”
Sylvie listened more and more uneasily: “Wait, what idea?”
His father Eldridge sighed and finally confessed, “Actually, Hershel was never sick.”
Sylvie: “…?”
His mother, Brittney, added, “He had a crush on you for a long time, but he didn’t dare to pursue you. That’s why our family came up with the idea of ‘fake marriage‘, hoping that you might marry him for the five billion
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dollars…”
Sylvie: “???”
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His grandma Serena smiled and held her hand tightly, “In the past six months, there have been many people trying to climb the social ladder and get on our good side, but we have rejected them all, waiting just for you!“.
Sylvie was completely shocked.
She turned to look at Hershel, who was bowing his head like a guilty child and completely avoiding eye contact with her.
“So…” Sylvie began slowly, “you pretended to be sick to deceive me?”
Hershel pursed his lips and finally mustered up the courage to look at her. “I wasn’t lying… I was afraid you wouldn’t come.”
Sylvie chuckled, “So what are you hiding from now? You haven’t shown your face all week, but you keep sending gifts. Are you planning to buy the United Nations and give it to me?”
Hershel’s ears turned even redder, and he whispered, “I haven’t found the perfect gift yet.”
Sylvie: “…”
She took a deep breath and asked the most crucial question: “You said you had a crush on me for a long time… Have we met before?”
Hershel’s eyes flickered slightly as he finally looked directly into her eyes. “Syl, you really don’t remember?”
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