All Novel Sweet
Chapter 17
Delilah was daydreaming about some fantastical scenarios when Mirabella’s voice reached her ears once again. “These fragrance pills are just a supplement, not for long–term use. If you want a complete cure Mirabella paused, then casually added, “I’ll have to get a friend to send over some more targeted medication when I get the chance.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
Delilah’s eyes snapped open in surprise. “Are you saying there’s a cure for my headaches?”
With a cocky raise of her eyebrow, Mirabella said, “Of course.” Others might fail, but her? Please, this was child’s play
to her.
Delilah touched her nose, not quite buying her daughter’s words. After all, even the doctors had claimed it was incurable. Her gaze shifted and rested on her husband’s hand. “Is your dad’s bottle also filled with these fragrance pills?”
The very idea of using herbal medicine and storing it in a ceramic jar gave off an vintage vibe that seemed out of place in the modern world. Delilah thought with an inward chuckle.
Mirabella shook her head, her tone indifferent. “No, it isn’t.”
“What’s in my bottle then?” Shawn was genuinely curious. His attention had been on his wife earlier, and he hadn’t opened the little ceramic jar.
A stray lock of hair fell beside Mirabella’s cheek, which she lazily tucked behind her ear before replying in a drawl “Well it’s not exactly medicine, but you can think of it as a sort of ‘Super Tonic Pill. Take one a month for vitality and good health.”
Shawn’s lips twitched as his face flushed a deep red, almost dropping the jar in his embarrassment. It was as if his masculine pride had been dealt a heavy blow.
“Hahaha.” Delilah couldn’t hold back her laughter upon seeing her husband’s expression. Their daughter was too cute. sending her dad a jar of supplements for libido.
After a deep internal sigh, Shawn found an exquisitely carved mahogany box and carefully placed the little jar inside. Even if he didn’t need it this was the first gift from his daughter. It had to be treasured. Delilah rolled her eyes at the
scene.
As Mirabella pondered over Delilah’s migraines, she headed upstairs.
Suddenly remembering something important, Delilah quickly called out to her, “Oh, look at me forgetting the big stuff. Almost slipped my mind.”
Mirabella raised an eyebrow, her piercing eyes quietly waiting.
“It’s about transferring schools,” Delilah explained. With the school year starting in a few days, they needed to decide on a school within the next day or two.
“Your father and I have shortlisted a few. I’ll show you the brochures, and you can pick one.” Saying this, Delilah bent down, opened a drawer in the coffee table, and took out a stack of booklets.
“Take a
a look at Anderson Public School. It’s got decent teachers and close enough for you to walk from home.
“There’s Auburn High School. It may not have the best college acceptance rates, but it’s top–notch for students aiming for art schools.”
“And then there’s Maple Academy, a bit on the pricey side, but it’s the next best thing after Parkside High School. Your dad and I are leaning towards this one.”
Delilah pulled out the brochure for Maple Academy and flipped through it, handing it to Mirabella, “Normally, the school requires an entrance exam, but your dad and I pulled some strings. You can get in without having to take the test.” Mirabella, who had been waiting to get a word in, glanced at the brochure with a complicated look in her eyes. She wasn’t so much reading as she was pondering a question.