Still Wanna Escape After Stealing My Heart? novel Chapter 2650

"Are they...doing well?" The woman was very pretty but her voice was a little dry and hoarse.

When Eevonne took a closer look at the woman, she felt that the woman's beauty was a little overly exquisite as if her entire face had gone through plastic surgery.

However, that woman was very gentle and very polite. Eevonne's intuition told her this woman has no ill intentions.

"Who are...they?" she asked that woman with confusion.

The woman smiled and shook her head. " It's nothing."

There was a pause before she said very softly, "Thank you."

After that, she turned around and walked off. The woman's voice when she said that was extremely soft. If it was the voice of a normal person, Eevonne basically would not be able to hear it. However, the woman's voice was hoarse and dry, so Eevonne heard a little of it. She turned her head around to glance at that woman as if she was thinking of something. Just for a second, she wondered if that woman could be Mister and Missus Yates' daughter. However, Eevonne immediately denied that thought. Eevonne has never met Yvonne.

However, she was already very familiar with Yvonne. Yvonne was very beautiful and her appearance was very unique. Just Yvonne's beautiful and charming eyes alone were enough to mesmerize plenty of people. There were plenty of her photos in her house. Every single photo told Eevonne that the girl in front of her eyes had been happy growing up. She was not traumatized at all. Even though she was married into a wealthy family after that, her husband’s family still loved her like a little princess. However, Yvonne was not a girl who would become arrogant just because she was pampered by others. The love and pampering others showed her only made Yvonne become pure and kind, and made her eyes clear and bright as far as one could see.

That was the person Yvonne was in Eevonne’s eyes. She did not look the slightest bit similar to the woman before Eevonne’s eyes. Not only did they not look alike, but that miserable and sorrowful gaze as if she had plenty on her mind was not the slightest bit similar to Yvonne's eyes as well. Who could she be? Perhaps she had mistaken her for someone else.

Otherwise, why would she leave in such a hurry?