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Despite noticing the young girl's excitement, Zayden replied flatly, “That's right. Iron my shirt as I'm
going to wear it later, and also— Forget it, I'll go get it myself.”
Suzanne was a clumsy girl. If Zayden asked her to fetch his clothes, he was afraid that all of his
garments would be ruined at her hands. He wouldn't be able to meet Michael if that were to happen.
Zayden had been waiting for that phone call for a very long time and was elated to finally receive it that
day.
Suzanne trailed behind him as the latter made his way toward his walk-in closet. A hint of surprise
flitted across her face when Zayden took off his pajamas, revealing his lean and muscular back.
She subconsciously reached out a hand, for the arch of his back looked extremely sexy when he bent
over.
Fortunately, Suzanne caught herself in time and withdrew her hand, biting it as a means to prevent
herself from going over to him.
“Is there anything else you need prepared, Mr. Surrington?”
Zayden turned around when he heard the girl's voice. Seeing the faint blush on her little face, he
frowned slightly.
“Get out. You shouldn't hang around if a man's in the middle of changing.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFor some reason, it felt as if Zayden was teaching her because he noticed that the girl seemed to know
nothing.
She was especially oblivious to the social etiquette between people of different genders. When he was
using the bathroom, she'd even barge in and talk to him face-to-face as if it was a completely normal
thing to do.
Zayden was the only one who felt embarrassed by the incident, while Suzanne remained blissfully
ignorant.
The young girl hummed a response and blinked her glistening eyes before slowly turning around and
leaving the walk-in closet.
After changing into a new set of clothes, Zayden returned to his usual handsome and businesslike
appearance.
He walked out of the bedroom and by then, Suzanne had also changed into a pretty, powder blue
dress. Her wispy bangs framed her petite face. Coupled with her round and beautiful eyes, she looked
just like a middle school student.
Zayden looked at her and asked, “Are you even eighteen?”
She looked like a child, and he certainly didn't wish to be fined for child labor.
Suzanne used lollipops to count her age, but at that moment, she couldn't land an answer.
In the end, the exasperated girl said, “Anyway, I'm old enough and way past eighteen.”
“Where's your ID card?” Zayden asked again.
Whenever he'd ask for her ID card, she would always stammer and fail to give him a proper response.
Suzanne was baffled. “I don't have an ID card. I don't know what that is either.”
Zayden shook his head at her innocent and piteous look. He needed to keep up his blind act and
couldn't find a suitable replacement for her at this moment.
Suzanne had proven herself to be quite useful since she started working at the mansion, so the man
decided to let the matter go.
“Let's go. Also, make sure not to spout any nonsense later.”
Suzanne giggled. “I promise I'll be good, but will I be getting some delicious food later?”
The girl was only interested in food, which made Zayden wonder if she was willing to do anything for a
sumptuous meal. If so, it will be easy to make her listen.
“Yes.”
“Okay! I'll be good and keep my mouth shut!”
She bounced beside him, her eyes glimmering with excitement.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZayden had asked the driver to pick them up. Right then, a car was parked in front of the house.
Suzanne helped guide Zayden out of the house. The driver hurriedly got out of the car and went over to
help Zayden get into the car.
After they were all settled in the vehicle, Suzanne looked out of the window, feeling extremely excited.
“Where to, Mr. Surrington?” asked the driver.
It had been some time since Zayden last stepped out of the house. Angeline had been worried for her
son, and as Zayden's driver, the man was also concerned for him.
After all, Zayden was an affable man and treated people well. Working under him was quite a pleasant
experience, as his employees were all highly-paid and need not endure any mistreatment.
“To Quinn Café.”
Michael enjoyed drinking coffee and was an expert when it came to coffee.
“Understood, Mr. Surrington.”
The car drove away from Dragonhill Mansion and headed toward the city.
Suzanne's huge and flickering eyes never left the window throughout the journey. Her eyes darted
around, taking in the beautiful scenery outside the window. When they entered the city, she grabbed
Zayden's arm out of excitement.
“Are we near the market yet? I can't wait to get some food!”
When the driver heard this, he couldn't help glancing at the girl through the rearview mirror. She's not a
time traveler from the past, is she?
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