Taboo Romance

Chapter 6: Friend?

Not long after Mirelia and Aurora left the villa, a stretch limo pulled up at the entrance.

Vincent nudged Droevir. "We're home. Go smooth things over with Mirelia. You really crossed the line today."

Droevir didn't say a word. He just casually carried the gift bag as he walked home, acting as if he didn't care at all.

Colton, still in the car, rolled down the window and shouted at Droevir, "That's the birthday gift I got for Ricotaa! Make sure you get me something even better to replace it!"

Droevir didn't look back. He just raised his hand and waved to show he got the message.

Having been with Mirelia for six years, Droevir knew exactly what she liked. She only preferred vintage-style jewelry, with the opulent and elegant designs of the Victorian era being her absolute favorite.

Unfortunately, the current trend was for simple, understated designs, making such jewelry hard to find. They had to be custom-made by designers.

Luckily, Colton had recently bought a piece of antique jewelry at an auction. Droevir had wanted to buy it himself, knowing Mirelia would love it, but Colton had beaten him to it, and Droevir didn't want to compete with him.

This was the perfect opportunity to get it from Colton. He would just buy him something more expensive later, as Ricotaa only cared about the price and not the style.

If Droevir had turned around, they would have seen the slight smile on his face. He could already smell Mirelia's scent lingering from earlier.

As expected, Mirelia was just throwing a tantrum; she didn't really want to break up.

Droevir entered the villa, nodding slightly at the butler's greeting before heading straight upstairs to his room.

However, as he reached the bedroom, Droevir frowned. He didn't hear any sound inside. When he opened the door, it was just as he thought—completely empty.

He then checked the study, the gym, the home theater, the pool—everywhere. But there was no sign of Mirelia.

This made him uneasy. The butler watched Droevir's increasingly hurried steps and could only shake his head helplessly.

Noticing the butler's gaze, Droevir finally couldn't help but ask, "Mirelia hasn't come back yet?"

The butler straightened up and respectfully replied, "Miss Mirelia came back about half an hour ago to pick up some things. She brought a friend but left shortly after."

"Hmm," Droevir responded, pretending not to care as he turned and went back to his room.

However, lying in bed with his head in his hands, Droevir felt restless. He muttered to himself, "A friend? What friend? I didn't know Mirelia had any friends."

"My destined one hasn't appeared, but I'm uncontrollably in love with someone I've never even met. It's strange. Maybe I really am sick. I should visit the oracle back home sometime."

As he said this, Droevir perked up his ears, listening to the sounds outside.

Once the footsteps outside faded, and he was sure the butler and the servants had gone to bed, Droevir jumped out of bed. He carefully opened the door and peeked out, sneaking downstairs like a thief.

He went to the surveillance room and pulled up the villa's footage, rewinding to the time Mirelia had returned.

The friend was a girl! Droevir quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Realizing what he had just done, Droevir suddenly felt a surge of anger. Why did he care so much about whether Mirelia's friend was a man or a woman?

She actually dared to break up with him? He had been way too good to her, letting her get more and more out of control. This time, he was going to wait for her to apologize first before forgiving her.

The more Droevir thought about it, the angrier he got. He couldn't help but kick the chair next to him. It slammed into the wall with a loud bang. Droevir reached out to grab i, but he was too late.

Hearing footsteps outside, Droevir panicked for a moment. He quickly set the chair back upright and then slipped out of the window. With a few quick jumps along the wall, he was back in his room.

Lying in bed, Droevir could still feel his heart racing. He didn't understand why he was so nervous. Was it really so embarrassing if people knew he cared about Mirelia?

Mirelia was stunningly beautiful, had a gentle personality and was incredibly competent at work. Everyone who met her couldn't help but praise her. Was it so abnormal to care about someone like her?