Chapter 687 - Easily Satisfied

Late at night, Laila had just come out of the bathroom when she heard a light knock on her door.

She glanced at the time; it was well past 1 AM. Who could be knocking at this hour?

"Roy? When did you come back?" She opened the door and saw Roy standing outside.

"Got something for you." He magically pulled out a bouquet of white roses from behind his back.

"Thank you..." Flowers at past 1 AM? Was this some special program? Laila felt a bit dizzy. And he emitted a hint of alcohol as soon as he spoke, obviously just having had a drink. "Did Downey drag you out for a drink again?"

"No, I didn't drink much, just a bit of beer." Roy dodged her gaze, afraid she might sense his guilt.

Seeing his demeanor, Laila understood perfectly. "I'm not forbidding you guys from drinking; I just hope you can find a safer place. Look at the incidents that happened before, how many times were they caused by drinking?"

She wasn't a conservative person and understood that men liked to gather for a drink and chat. She didn't prohibit them from going out; she was just scared by their past escapades. How many people could cause trouble every time they went to a bar? Just the two visits to the police station for brawling in bars were enough. She didn't want to hear about it a third time.

"I know, this time we went to a new place, a members-only club," Roy explained quickly.

"Members-only is good, at least it won't let some kids in to cause trouble again. It's late now, go to bed." Laila nodded. "Alright..."

Roy looked at the flowers in her hand, He moved towards his room in three steps.

"Is there anything else?" Laila felt he was walking at a speed comparable to a snail, maybe even slower. His expression was like saying, "Come on, ask me!" She didn't know whether to be annoyed or amused. What image did she have in his mind to make him so afraid?

Roy's body suddenly stiffened. "Um, do you like white roses?"

"They're nice." Laila didn't care much about these things. When he asked, she suddenly understood his meaning. "Thank you for the flowers; I like them."

Roy sighed in relief, showing a smile with eight white teeth. "As long as you like them." Downey taught him the first trick to woo a girl – giving flowers. It seemed to work. He said red roses were too cliché; white roses suited her style better, and it seemed to be true.

Seeing him return to his room, Laila smiled and shook her head, closing the door. Since he had given her 99 roses last time, he would occasionally bring some red roses. The surprise this time was the white roses, which surprised her a bit. In fact, she didn't care much about the color of the flowers. As long as they had a nice fragrance, she could use the petals for a flower bath.

Instead of these, she thought it would be better if he brought tea leaves that she could use to make tea. At least, it wouldn't be wasted.

It couldn't be blamed that Laila lacked romantic cells. Just think about her past life; she knew that with the need to raise money everywhere, there was hardly any time for romance, let alone dating.

A quiet night.

The next day, when Laila came downstairs, she saw Abel already having breakfast there.

"Abel, why are you up so early today?"

"Good morning, Laila." Abel greeted her and placed the newspaper he had just picked up where she was sitting. "Today, I made plans with friends to go to the library and then watch a movie together."

Taking a newspaper, Laila skillfully found the entertainment section and said with a smile, "I recommend 'Iron Man' to you; it's pretty good."

Abel nodded with a smile. "Yes, we plan to watch it. I read the newspaper just now, and the reviews for the movie are very high."

"That's really good news. You know, Hollywood critics have always been biased against commercial films. It's really difficult to get them to praise it."

"Laila, do you think I can become a director?" Abel suddenly asked an unexpected question.

Laila put down the newspaper. "What makes you want to become a director?"

"Before the break, the teacher asked us about our future ideals and what we want to do." Abel said, "I think being a director is great; you can create your own world."

In his limited world, she was a very powerful person, and the movies she made were loved by so many people. His friends also admired her when they mentioned her name, making him feel that being a director was a very noble profession.

"You're right. Being a director is indeed a very interesting profession. However, it's not easy. You need to grasp the overall production of the film, handle a lot of things, and manage the entire crew. If you're really interested, you can spend some time with the company's crew during the holidays to see how they work."

Abel nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, thank you, Laila."

"It's my pleasure." Laila smiled gently at him.

Since they moved into this house, she had already considered them as her family. Especially Abel, who had been living in a boarding school since childhood, even with Roy's help, life was still very difficult. She hoped to do something more for him.

When Roy came downstairs, he happened to see that lingering smile on her face. That smile was like a ray of sunshine, shining directly into his heart, landing on the softest place.

"Good morning, big brother." Abel greeted him.

"Good morning, Laila. Good morning, Abel." Roy walked to the dining table, touched Abel's head, and kissed Laila's cheek.

"What were you talking about?" Laila glanced at Abel, seeing that he had no intention of hiding anything.

"Abel is looking for his own path in life."

"Big brother, what's your dream?" Abel asked him.

"You really got me." Roy crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment. "My dream used to be making a lot of money and then bringing you to live with me." He didn't mention sending his brother to the best school or letting him eat the best food.

"And now?"

"Now?" Roy looked at Laila. "Now I just want to spend a happy and joyful life with the woman I love."

Seeing the two exchanging smiles, Abel felt that he must have eaten too much to ask such a question, and he was unexpectedly force-fed dog food.

"Alright." He already knew how easily satisfied his big brother was. It seemed that if he wanted the Seasonstar family to grow in the future, he would have to rely on him!