NovelEnglishThough Yvonne tried to send Drew away quickly, this man was tenacious and persistent, shamelessly hanging around.
However, he did not disturb her. Instead, he stood silently at a distance. He watched Yvonne cook with the cafeteria ladies, her slender freffortlessly stirring a large black pot. She picked, washed, and chopped vegetables with practiced ease, without a hint of pretense, as if she had done this her entire life.
Drew crossed his arms, growing more captivated by the sight. Yvonne, busy and sweating, had a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, looking a bit disheveled. To him, she appeared absolutely stunning in this moment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUsually, when they met, she resembled a flawless, exquisite artwork, captivating men's eyes and hearts. But this time, she was even more beautiful because she seemed more alive and real.
When the orphanage began serving food, as Yvonne's "friend", Drew was lucky enough to join the children for a meal. Yvonne and two other teachers stood in a line, serving food to the children one by one.
"Thank you, Ms. Smith!" The children's clear voices and beaming smiles were heartwarming. Yvonne responded warmly, her hands constantly busy.
After stime, she paused and raised her eyes in surprise. Drew stood there with a tray, his gaze intense as he met her astonished look. He smiled brightly. "Ms. Smith, I can eat a lot. Fill it up, please." Yvonne's heart fluttered as she bit her lip, feeling unsure of herself. The other teachers exchanged knowing smiles at the sight of her flushed cheeks.
"Finish your meal and leave quickly," Yvonne whispered, her voice barely audible to anyone but them. Yet she still filled his plate generously.
"With this much food, I'll be here for quite a while. Besides..." Drew leaned closer, his eyes sparkling. "It's rare to see you. How could I leave without looking at you a few more times?" His flirtatious words always made Yvonne's heart skip a beat. But she forced herself to stay clear-headed and to not desire him or fall deeper for him, Because it was impossible, because she was undeserving, because there was no future for them... Content belongs to en.swShe was just an orphan kept by Christopher, used and abused by countless men. Not to mention, this beautiful face made her feel deeply insecure.
Yvonne could not believe that Drew would genuinely care for a pathetic and cheap plaything like her who wore his sister's face.
In the afternoon, schildren were in class while others took naps. Yvonne sat on a small stool in the washroom, her slender hands soaking in warm water as she washed the children's clothes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Why not use a washing machine? This is so tiring," Drew said, standing in front of her.
She looked up at him, her clear faceshining, then lowered her head, continuing her work. "Children's clothes get very dirty. Washing machines can't clean them properly. The children here have no family to take care of them, and the teachers can't manage everything. help with what I can. You lived a life of luxury, so you wouldn't understand." Content belongs to en.swnet "Why wouldn't understand? I used to hand-wash my sister's clothes and underwear when she was a child," Drew said, pulling a small stool to sit opposite her. He took off his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, revealing strong, veiny forearms. Content belongs to en.sw"You washed them yourself? You must have had many helpers..." Yvonne's almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief.
"My sister is my responsibility. No one else is allowed to touch her things!" Drew said it proudly, as if it were a matter of great pride.
He skillfully picked up a wet garment and started scrubbing. The sight of a dignified special agent doing common household chores with such dedication was unexpectedly endearing.
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