Chapter 166: Chapter 166

Maxwell has been away from home for three days. Flora, feeling bored, paced around the bedroom, thinking indignantly, "That guy has been gone for three days without a word. He must have been lured by some beautiful woman and can't find his way home."

She hated men who stayed out all night the most! Although she was just a person without a status, she was carrying his child after all. He could be so indifferent to her!

Just as she was cursing in her heart, a knocking sound suddenly came from the door, followed by Betty pushing the door open. She turned to the person outside and said, "Bring in the piano."

"All right." Several uniformed personnel carried large and small boxes into the room. They nodded in acknowledgment when they saw Flora.

"Hey, what are you guys doing? What's so big?" Flora exclaimed, dodging to the corner to avoid these large items.

Betty smiled and said, "Flora, this is the piano that Big Young Master bought for you. It's said to be the best piano from the Lulu Music Shop, but I don't understand these things, so I don't know what's good."

One of the staff members politely smiled and said, "Miss, you can have it tested by a professional. If you're not satisfied, you can return it." The confidence in his tone indicated that the piano was indeed excellent!

"Piano?" Flora whispered in surprise, staring at the unpacked piano. After a minute of shock, her face turned into joy. She rushed up, extended her hand, and gently touched the ivory-white piano body.

"Yes, Miss Flora," the staff member who spoke earlier said, "This is the top-quality grand piano in terms of quality and tone from our shop. Mr. Maxwell ordered it the day before yesterday, so we dared to import it from abroad."

"Is it also top-tier in price?" Flora absentmindedly asked as she caressed the piano, almost kissing and rubbing her face on it, showing an affectionate appearance.

The staff members, upon hearing her words, awkwardly chuckled. Yes, the price was also top-tier. But Big Young Master didn't even negotiate the price. He just casually wrote a check for several million.

After the piano was set up and cleaned, the staff members followed Betty and left. Once seated in front of the piano, Flora didn't want to leave. Her hands were frozen in mid-air, reluctant to let go, as if afraid of dirtying or damaging the piano keys.

She was truly astonished and unexpectedly happy. Maxwell bought her a piano? By the way, how did he know she liked the piano? Did she ever ask him for one?

Since leaving the White Family, Flora, who loved the piano since childhood, hadn't touched it again. She had been itching for it for a long time, especially when she heard Chiyoko playing. Now, in these boring days, what she needed the most was something to accompany her, and the piano was her favorite! It's just that she never expected Maxwell to suddenly buy her a piano.

He has been missing these days, right? Wasn't he going out to flirt with beautiful women? How come he still had time to buy her a piano? Touching the black and white keys, a warm current quietly flowed through her heart, making her deeply moved.

Damn Maxwell! What exactly did he mean? He always made her love and hate him, swinging back and forth!

The entire afternoon, Flora was immersed in the piano. The piano's sound quality was indeed beyond words. The wonderful melodies naturally stunned Chiyoko in the adjacent room.

Soon after, a deep sense of jealousy followed, as besides Maxwell, no one else would buy her a piano. Those who understood pianos could tell the quality just by listening to the tone, and the piano Maxwell bought for her a year ago was not as high grade.

While Flora was immersed in the piano's melodies, the door suddenly burst open. The one daring enough to barge in so unceremoniously was none other than Robin. Holding a large paper bag, he bounced onto the bed and 'whoosh,' emptied the contents onto the large bed.

"Hey, little boy! What mischief are you up to now?" Flora, interrupted by him, finally stood up from the piano, walking over with a playful smile, wondering what antics this boy was playing again!

"Flora! Come over here! So many photos!" Robin lay on the big bed, waving his arm, and photos almost covered the entire bed.

Flora was shocked by this exaggerated display and exclaimed, "Is your Second Brother crazy? Why take so many photos of you?"

"You have more than me!" Robin retorted, then lifted a few of them, laughing heartily. "Flora, look at how ugly you are, laughing like a madwoman, aha..."

"You're the crazy kid!" Flora retorted, but suspiciously walked over and flicked through the photos on the bed. She discovered her photos, and Robin was right—she had more than him!

"Oh my God! How are there so many photos?" Flora exclaimed, quickly flipping through them. Each photo was taken so naturally, that every movement was captured unintentionally.

She couldn't recall when she posed for these shots. Didn't she remind Oliver not to take pictures of her? Not only did he take them, but he captured her in various poses and styles, too numerous to count!

"Flora, look at this one. Do I look like Superman?" Robin, oblivious to her surprise, laughed and held up another photo in front of her.

Glancing at the comical pose in the photo, Flora burst into laughter. "Why do I feel like you look more like a wild boy? Haha, it's so much fun! It's worth cherishing. I'll give it to your beloved female classmate when the time comes!"

"Flora, you're mean! Jerk!" Mocked by Flora, Robin picked up the photos and threw them at her.

Flora giggled, dodging his playful attacks, and the two started a lively scuffle on the bed.

Their laughter abruptly stopped when the door was pushed open again. Startled, they both turned towards the entrance. Flora's heart sank. Maxwell? The man who had been missing for three days suddenly appeared at this crucial moment?

Damn it! What did she do to offend God? Why was she being teased like this? She involuntarily started to tidy up the photos on the bed, but... why were there so many?!

Oliver! Even if you have a hobby in photography, you can't harm me like this! Flora lamented in her heart, wearing a bitter expression on her face, unsure of what good or bad things awaited her next. Hopefully, Maxwell wouldn't see them! Just say no to taking photos; it's like stealing without covering the mouth!

Robin, on the other hand, didn't think much of it. He greeted cheerfully, "Big Brother, you're back! Second Brother already brought me a gift. Do you have one too?"

"Of course, I've already had someone deliver it to your room," Maxwell said with a slight smile, walking calmly towards the two. His expression was calm and harmless, but no one knew what would happen next!

"Really? Thanks, Big Brother! What's the gift? I want to see it now!" Excited, Robin bounced off the bed, jumped onto Maxwell, and then dashed to the ground.

Flora stared at his back, itching with anger. This little brat, why did he bring so many photos here for no reason? Couldn't he show her in his room? Although these photos were taken naturally and looked good, but...

Finally realizing that the little troublemaker was her nemesis, always bringing trouble upon her, he ran off without caring about her, leaving her to deal with the mess of photos. She was fuming.

Maxwell walked up to her, examined her nervous face, then lowered his gaze to the photos on the bed. Bending down, he picked up two photos of Flora laughing heartily, studying them closely. His face remained impassive, showing no signs of joy or anger.