Chapter 640:
After dinner, Jenesis arranged for someone to escort Camille back to the hotel. Carrie was just about to leave
with her when Jenesis caught her arm, a sly smile curling on her lips. “Staying at a hotel was fine before,” she
said, her tone light but firm. “But tonight, you're coming home.”
Carrie glanced at Jenesis, her enigmatic expression leaving no room for argument. Even if she pressed for an
explanation, she knew she would not get one. Resigned, she nodded and followed her back to the Morrison
estate.
The quiet hum of the corridor greeted them as they walked toward the heart of the house. Carrie noticed the soft
glow of light spilling from the living room. She hesitated, her curiosity piqued. “Is someone still up in the living
room?”
Jenesis chuckled softly and glanced toward the light. “It used to be rare for us to gather there—everyone
preferred the comfort of their own rooms. But now, every tyou are here, they wait for you in the living room.
You have brought a kind of warmth to this house, Carrie. Even though our family is close-knit, it has always been
a little... quiet, especially with more men than women around.”
Carrie followed her, a faint smile tugging at her lips as the words sank in. The moment they stepped into the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtliving room, the soft rustling of movement drew her attention. Luca and Kody set aside their newspapers, and
Reece placed his tablet face down on the table.
Reece rose and approached her with his usual air of calm authority. Without a word, he gently took her wrist and
smiled. “Con, letshow you your new room.”
Before Carrie could respond, Kody joined in, his tone persuasive. “Carrie, | know staying at the hotel worked
before, especially since we hadn't prepared a room for you. But now, it’s different. Your room has been renovated
just for you. Won't you give it a chance?”
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Luca leaned forward, his voice carrying a hint of mock severity. “Honestly, who stays at a hotel when their family
his just around the corner? What would people think of the Morrison family if they knew?”
Carrie could not help but smile at their combined efforts. This time, she did not resist. “Alright, | will move back
home.” Kody and Luca exchanged triumphant glances before stepping forward. “Perfect,” Luca said, gesturing
toward the hallway. “Let's take a look. If there's anything you don’t like, we can fix it.”
As they led her to the room, Carrie could hardly suppress her curiosity. When they stepped inside, her breath
caught in her throat.
It was not merely a bedroom; it was a luxurious suite, thoughtfully designed with distinct areas for sleeping,
working, relaxing, and even entertaining. A wardrobe occupied one corner, while a small study and lounge area
filled the opposite side. The en suite bathroom gleamed with modern elegance. Fresh flowers in rare varieties
adorned the room, their delicate fragrance filling the air.
Above her, the ceiling light sparkled with embedded natural white sapphires, their brilliance surpassing even the
finest crystals. Unlike the classic elegance that defined the rest of the Morrison estate, this room exuded a
modern charm that felt distinctly hers.
When Reece had casually chatted with her about decor, Carrie had not given it much thought. Interior design
was not something she ever considered seriously. The hshe shared with Gracie had plain white walls, devoid
of any particular style or flair. Later, both Bayview Villa and the Ripples Complex had been adorned in a sleek,
modern design—something she had grown fond of for its clean lines and simplicity. Without much thought, she
had mentioned her preference for that style during their conversation.
Never in her wildest dreams did she expect the Morrison family to take her words to heart and actually decorate
her room that way.
Carrie's gaze fell on the wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling window that offered an expansive view of the grounds. Her
eyes lit up when she noticed the sleek black piano positioned before it. She walked over, her fingers grazing the
polished surface. “Is this Grandpa's piano?”
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