Chapter 147: Awakening Beauty No sooner had Michael left than the elevator dinged, and a team of men in elegant butler suits arrived with a collection of bags filled with designer clothing.
No one had a chance to react as the men efficiently left the room as soon as they left every bag on the floor, leaving everyone in a state of bewilderment.
Xin couldn’t help but wonder where Michael had managed to purchase the clothing, especially since all the malls were closed at this time.
To make things even more curious, there were even price tags still attached to the clothes, signifying that they were newly bought or no one had used them.
Xiaxia’s eyes widened in amazement as she inspected the contents, each piece bearing renowned brand labels like "LuxeVogue," "Elysian Chic," and "OpulentAura."
"Whoa, Mom, is this for us?"
Evelyn was too surprised to utter a word, and she quickly snatched the bags of clothes from Xiaxia’s hands.
"It’s only temporary. We’ll return all of this to Mr. Fey."
"Egh . . . really?" Xiaxia’s disappointment was palpable as she read the card on the boxes. "But it said here that Mr. Fey gave these to us."
Evelyn quickly snatched the card and vehemently shook her head. "No, Xiaxia. Let’s not take advantage of Mr. Fey’s generosity. This condo is already more than we needed, so let’s only take what’s necessary."
"But I really need all of these," Xiaxia insisted, clutching dozens of clothes in her hands.
"Let’s not be unreasonable, Xiaxia."
"Unreasonable?" Xiaxia rolled her eyes. "Then what’s all those in your arms?"
Evelyn couldn’t deny the pile of clothes in her hands and admitted, "These are just temporary. We’ll return them all to Mr. Fey. That’s final."
Xin couldn’t help but feel that he should at least express his gratitude to Michael Fey by helping him a little.
. "Do you think, Mom, that Mr. Fey might be interested in you? I mean, he was there on the fire in a heartbeat. He let us stay in his penthouse and even bought us these branded clothes. Most bosses wouldn’t do these kinds of things. It seems like he might have feelings for you," Xin said, being straightforward and to the point.
Xin’s sudden comment hung in the air like an unexpected gust of wind.
Xiaxia and Evelyn exchanged wide-eyed glances, momentarily too stunned to react.
Then, as if a wave of realization had washed over them, they burst into laughter, their mirth echoing through the extravagant penthouse.
Xiaxia couldn’t contain her amusement. "You’re dreaming, Xin. Seriously, there’s no way someone like Mr. Fey would be into our mom. No offense, Mom." She winked at Evelyn.
Evelyn tapped Xin’s shoulder and used her thumb to wipe away the tears of laughter that had formed at the corners of his eyes. Still laughing, she said, "Xin, you’re tired, honey. Mr. Fey is just being kind to us. Stop spouting nonsense."
Xin’s face remained impassive, and he didn’t say anything more.
RIP Michael Fey. Xin thought and mused to himself. Welp . . . I tried.
Eventually, exhaustion caught up to them, and they each retired to their own room. They were too tired to even enjoy their new bedroom.
As soon as they got out of the shower, they immediately fell asleep on the bed.
When morning came, the light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the luxurious bedroom.
Xin stirred in his sleep, his eyes squinting as the intrusive sunlight seeped through his closed eyelids.
It was a peaceful morning, and he felt an overwhelming sense of relaxation as he slowly roused from his slumber.
As he blinked away the remnants of sleep, he realized that he had slept soundly and deeply, something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
The clock on the nightstand read nine in the morning, and he couldn’t help but release another yawn. He must have been more exhausted from the events of the previous night than he had realized.
Xin couldn’t remember the last time he had slept in so late.
Stretching his limbs beneath the luxuriously soft sheets, Xin allowed himself to bask in the comfort of the massive bed. It seemed that every dollar spent on this extravagant piece of furniture was worth it, considering the quality of sleep he had just enjoyed.
He sighed contentedly, still feeling a bit groggy but undeniably refreshed.
As he shifted to sit up and swing his legs out of bed, a peculiar sensation gave him pause.
His eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat as he realized that there was movement beside him, beneath the covers. Panic momentarily gripped him as he froze, unsure of what he would do.
All kinds of thoughts swarmed inside Xin’s head. Scary thoughts of watching too many horror movies.
With a mixture of fear and curiosity, Xin slowly turned his head to the side, casting a cautious glance at the lump beneath the blanket.
His breath caught in his throat, and he was stunned into silence when he saw the outline of a figure lying beside him. His mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation.
Xin was too shocked to move, too stunned to form coherent thoughts. His instincts took over, and without thinking, he reached out with trembling fingers and gently pulled back the blanket that concealed the sleeping figure beside him, revealing the face beneath.
Xin’s heart seemed to stop as he slowly unveiled the face beneath the blanket. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes fell upon the ethereal figure beside him.
It was none other than Seraphina, Michael Fey’s daughter.
Seraphina lay there, sleeping peacefully, her delicate features bathed in the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains.
Her skin was like porcelain, luminous and nearly translucent in its purity. It seemed to emit a faint, otherworldly glow that highlighted her flawless complexion. Her skin was a shade of white that bordered on perfection, as though she were an angelic being sent from another realm.
But it was her hair that truly mesmerized Xin. Her locks were a light shade of blue, almost like a cascade of pale sapphires, falling in gentle waves around her shoulders and spilling across the pillow like a silken waterfall.
The morning light danced upon her hair, creating an illusion of shimmering crystals, and it framed her face like a celestial halo.