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Chapter 863 Unexpected Encounter
“It’s not due to my experience,”
Yolanda calmly asserted, “but rather, the inevitable decay that awaits anything left
unattended.”
“Even if it’s not me, there will be someone else.”
With these words, she lowered her head and tenderly patted Heather’s face, feigning
compassion. “Don’t you agree?”
Heather was in such agony that she could barely speak.
The pain clouded her comprehension of Yolanda’s conversation with Cherise.
So when Yolanda sought confirmation, and Heather emitted a low, hoarse “Mm,” it was
more a reflex than a conscious response.
“You see, even your friend acknowledges it.”
Yolanda chuckled softly, squeezing the cotton swab as she applied the medicine to
Heather’s wounds.
“Ah-!”
Heather cried out in agony.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“But one must exercise caution in choosing companions.”
Yolanda glanced at Mr. Whitlock, who promptly moved to restrain Heather’s flailing arm.
“Better treatment options are available, yet Mrs. Lenoir recommended futile remedies for
your friend.”
“It’s regrettable to be associated with you.”
She emphasized the word “regrettable,” imbuing her statement with a double entendre.
Cherise clenched her jaw. She understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable” referred to
Heather’s plight.
It was because of her friendship with Cherise that Heather found herself in this
predicament…
“Yolanda.”
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Cherise tightened her lips. “Let’s settle our affairs without involving my friend.”
“Is that so?”
Yolanda raised her gaze to Cherise. “How does Mrs. Lenoir intend to address this with
me?”
“My intentions are clear. I desire only Damien.” Yolanda responded bluntly,
Such candor left no room for misinterpretation.
Heather struggled once more, accusing, “So you aspire to be a mistress!”
“How audacious!” she admonished.
Unmoved by the criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure. “Kenny, slap her for me.”
Kenny was Mr. Whitlock’s name.
As soon as Yolanda gave the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose, delivering three
resounding slaps to Heather’s face.
The force of the blows left Heather dizzy and momentarily speechless.
Cherise’s heart ached, prompting her to rush forward and attempt to restrain Mr. Whitlock.
But what match was she, a woman, for Mr. Whitlock?
He pushed Cherise aside, causing her to lose her footing and stumble backward-
Just as Cherise braced herself for impact with the ground, a pair of gentle hands caught
her.
“Are you alright?”
A soothing male voice reached her ears as the stranger lifted her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis movements were gentle and respectful, showing no hint of impropriety.
“I’m fine.”
Once steady on her feet, Cherise tightened her lips and expressed gratitude.
Standing behind her was a man in a white suit.
He was slender and refined, with an air of sophistication unfamiliar to her.
Cherise realized she had never met this man before.
Grateful for the assistance of a stranger, she offered her thanks, “Thank you.”
The man smiled. “Cherry, why thank me?”
Cherise was taken aback.
“Do you know me?”
Besides Lucy, the nickname “Cherry” hadn’t been used in ages.
“Of course.”
The man’s smile was faint. “I’m Sebastian.”
Cherise furrowed her brow, wracking her brain until she finally recalled a boy named
Sebastian.
He had been her desk mate in junior high school in Shawbury for a year before he was
transferred to another school.
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