Yulia seemed calm, but her heart was nearly shattered to pieces.
She didn't want to know these. She was able to avoid it before.
But at this moment, it was directly presented to her. It was as if salt rained on her still bloody wound, and the pain intensified.
"Miss Maxwell, you don't look so good. Are you not feeling well?" Juliette's voice pulled Yulia back to her senses.
Yulia came to her senses and beamed with a pale face. She did not answer the question.
"I just thought of my days at home, eating this. At that time..."
Speaking of this, she paused and lowered her eyes, not saying anymore.
Seeing her like this, Juliette became confused again.
Had she made another wrong guess?
Yulia's expression turned ghastly because she was reminiscing and not because of her probing?
However, Juliette wasn't that easy to fool. If she couldn't learn the answer now, she would be able to in the future. She could do it slowly.
How could she have thought of this? It was all because she used to like Quill, so she knew how others felt.
She could sense the expression in her eyes, behavior, and demeanor at once.
However, Yulia's response was deceiving, so she still had to confirm it.
Vera accompanied the two of them for dinner. After that, Juliette proposed to send Vera back, but she refused and left on her own, saying she would deliver food again if she was free the next day.
Yulia sat in front of the window, looking at the night view. Her body was warm after the meal, but her heart was cold.
That girl...
Vera was indeed genuine, kind, and warm. Quill indeed had a good eye.
As Yulia had expected, he would not simply fall in love with any woman. There must be something special about Vera for him to do so.
Although Yulia hadn't known Vera for long, after spending a whole day with her, she noticed Vera's earnestness, persistence, simplicity, and kindness.
These traits were all admirable.
Kindness existed in many people, but most of the time, they just felt sorry and wouldn't really take any action.
However, Vera brought her food regardless and showed no hostility at all.
Yulia sighed in her heart and drooped her eyes.
At first, she thought if this young lady was not outstanding or had a bad personality, she might have a reason to compete with her.
But Vera had saved her, and now she owed her a favor.
Before she could even pay back the favor, Vera then brought her food.
What else could she do?
Yulia fell into a struggle again, and her head began to hurt. She covered her forehead, and her breathing became unstable.
What should she do?
Sam had been at a loss lately as Olivia was getting more unscrupulous.
Not only had she moved most of her things to Sam's house, but she even moved in. Sometimes, she would even fall asleep on the sofa with a quilt over her because of fatigue.
When Sam got up in the morning, he thought a thief had entered when he saw a heap on the sofa. It was only after he took a good look that he realized it was Olivia.
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