"Roland, Lynn is looking for a house. You know Lynn. If she can do it on her own, she won't accept help from others. I have a detached villa near the school in Fielddell..."
At that time, after hanging up the phone, Roland was constantly suspecting Elvira's identity.
However, Elvira was a very vigilant person. After knowing her for seven years, Roland only knew her name and nothing else.
However, Elvira was sincerely good to Marilyn and her children.
Elvira took good care of the children, just like taking care of her own children.
Roland followed behind Marilyn and didn't say anything. He was still suspicious of Elvira's identity.
The two of them walked into the house and opened the door to take a look. The furniture inside was covered in white cloth.
The windows were closed, and there was a smell of dust in the house.
Roland turned on the lights. Having been off for a long time, the lights flashed a few times before they went off.
Roland pressed the switch again. The lights on the second floor were on, but they were warm lights in the winter.
The lights lit up the house. The structure of the house was very good. The living room was spacious and bright.
When Marilyn saw this, she was extremely happy.
She turned around and looked at Roland. She asked in disbelief, "Roland, am I dreaming? Does this small house really belong to me from now on?"
Even in her dreams, Marilyn wanted to have a house that belonged to her, so that her family of five could live more comfortably.
"Lynn, you are already standing in the house. What is there to not believe? After the transfer, this place will be yours." When Roland saw how happy Marilyn was, he couldn't help but smile.
Marilyn hurriedly nodded. "Roland, let's hurry up and settle the transfer procedures in case the owner goes back on his or her word. I really like this place."
Roland shook his head and smiled. There was no one competing with Marilyn for this house.
This house belonged to Elvira. Although Marilyn was only Elvira's adopted daughter, Elvira was really good to her.
And Marilyn was very filial to Elvira.
"Lynn, I'll help you with the formalities on Monday. Go to work and have no worries."
"Alright. Roland, I'll have to trouble you again this time. I'll come over to clean every day after work," Marilyn said as she walked to the second floor.
The second floor had three bedrooms and one living room. There was also a bathroom and a floor-to-ceiling window. In Marilyn's eyes, everything became especially beautiful.
Marilyn happily went to the third floor.
There were two bedrooms on the third floor, which were a little bigger than the ones on the second floor.
In front of the room was a greenhouse with many flowers and other plants. No one was there to take care of them, and they were all withered.
It did not matter. After Marilyn moved in, the greenhouse would be full of vitality again.
"Roland, this place is great!" Marilyn loved the villa.
Roland looked at her. Marilyn was just so easy to satisfy and not greedy at all.
"Lynn, I'm happy that you like it here. You're lucky. Such a good place is not easy to find."
Roland walked to Marilyn and stood side by side with her.
Roland looked at the tall buildings in the distance. The colorful neon lights illuminated the entire prosperous Fielddell.
Roland turned to Marilyn. She was looking curiously around with bright eyes. When Marilyn was in a good mood, her limpid eyes were especially bright, making people feel like they were about to fall into them.
Roland said with a smile, "Lynn, remember to keep a room for me. I'll occasionally come over to see the kids. I will stay if it's too late."
"Alright. There are two bedrooms on the first floor. One of them will be yours," Marilyn said with a smile. The night breeze lifted her hair, and a faint fragrance got into Roland's nose.
Looking at Marilyn's smiling and beautiful face, Roland was a little distracted.
However...
Malcolm's words came back to Roland's mind.
Roland asked in a sullen tone, "Lynn, are you going to accompany Malcolm to socialize tomorrow night?"
Marilyn had always been sensitive. When she noticed Roland's dejected tone, she raised her eyes and glanced at Roland's unhappy handsome face. Roland looked indifferent and frustrated.
Marilyn looked away and said, "There is a banquet at the Fiesta Hotel. Malcolm said that the guests were all business partners. I am a designer. I have to go. It's merely a formality."
"Merely a formality?" Roland looked at her with an intense gaze.
Malcolm had never brought a female companion with him before when he went to a party.
And this time, he took the initiative to ask Marilyn to go with him.
It was obvious that Malcolm had impure motives.
Marilyn nodded.
When Marilyn was in the branch company, she would occasionally go to parties, but those were all small occasions, where Marilyn just gossiped with a bunch of women and enjoyed delicious food, and nothing else.
Roland looked at the neon lights in the distance, pursed his lips, and reminded Marilyn in a serious tone, "Lynn, someone is secretly investigating you. You must be careful. I will wait for you outside the Fiesta Hotel tomorrow night. Elvira called me and asked me to take care of you."
When Marilyn heard this, her eyes turned cold and her face turned frosty. "Is the Chambers family investigating me?"
"I don't know yet. I will find out soon." However, Roland didn't think that the Chambers family was investigating Marilyn.
Lately, the Chambers family had lost a lot of money in business. Brandon was so busy that he wouldn't have time to investigate Marilyn.
Marilyn turned around and looked at Roland. She smiled confidently. The look in her eyes was firm and confident.
"Roland, you don't have to worry. The current me is no longer the Marilyn who was weak and wouldn't fight back when bullied by others."
One could be lucky for a moment, but not for a lifetime. Only when one truly had strength would one not be bullied by others.
"I know! No one can bully you." Roland looked at Marilyn with a smile.
Every time he looked at such a tough Marilyn, Roland could not help but want to hug her, and his heart ached for her.
"Let's go have a late supper. Disturbed by Malcolm just now, I didn't eat my fill." Roland looked at Marilyn with a grievance.
Marilyn looked at his aggrieved look and could not help but smile.
"Let's go. My treat. You helped me find such a good house. I must thank you properly," Marilyn said and turned to go downstairs.
Roland followed behind her with a smile. He wished time could stop at this moment.
If Roland and Marilyn loved each other, they would be perfect soul mates for each other.
Roland and Marilyn had so much in common.
They had the same hobbies and dreams.
After closing the door, Roland and Marilyn left on the motorcycle.
Roland took Marilyn to a barbecue.
It was a seafood stall. It was still early, so the stall wasn't busy.
After sitting down, Roland ordered the dishes and two bottles of beer.
Roland opened the bottles and placed one in front of Marilyn. "Lynn, let's celebrate tonight. Have a bottle of beer."
Marilyn glanced at the motorcycle parked not far away.
Marilyn teased, worried, "Roland, if you drink, what about the motorcycle? You can't drive under the influence of alcohol. It's against the traffic rules."
Roland took a sip of beer airily. His every move was so elegant.
However, he cast a sidelong glance at Marilyn's smirking face.