Elizabeth was sitting there with a relaxed smile on her face, looking as chill as a cucumber.
She used to be quite a chatterbox, often driving her husband, Royce, up the wall. But whenever she got lost in her embroidery, she'd go as quiet as a mouse, which sometimes led to some misunderstandings for Royce.
Seeing Elizabeth's indifferent attitude towards her, Wendy hesitated for quite a while.
As a woman, who hadn't been young and foolish? Especially that regretful feeling when you missed out on something back in the day, it was downright agonizing.
What was a little dirty play for the sake of your own happiness? If the knife wasn’t in your own flesh, you wouldn’t feel the pain. Plus, you'd still have the nerve to feel sorry for others.
After some hesitation, Wendy finally took out a file from her bag and placed it in front of Elizabeth, then said somewhat fearfully,
"This is something I've been planning for quite some time. I wanted to give it to you last night, but..."
"Oh? What have you been scheming?"
Freya chimed in from the side.
"It's an embroidery workshop."
Elizabeth's hand paused mid-air.
Seeing this, Wendy quickly explained, "A few years ago, I started doing charity work in impoverished areas. There are many children there who often lack parental companionship. So, I set up embroidery workshops in each impoverished area to help local mothers find jobs. They learn embroidery, teach embroidery, and I turn the finished products into clothes. I plan to turn this into a brand, and use the money earned for charity..."
"Oh, wow! That's a fantastic idea! You're really smart and kind-hearted. Not everyone would think of something like this!"
Elizabeth was touched by Wendy's plan. She picked up the file and saw that there were already over a dozen impoverished areas being supported. She was shocked.
This plan not only did charity work but also spread the art of embroidery. Indeed, it was a great idea.
Elizabeth nodded, her smile becoming even more genuine. Embroidery was a shared wish between her and her parents, and it would have become a regret for her after she had gone.
Turning it into a brand... What a brilliant idea!
Wendy finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up, hoping to see that man she had just noticed, but only saw his retreating figure.
She immediately got flustered and chased after him.
Damon carried a basket full of fruit from the kitchen and left through the back door.
He planned to enjoy the fruit with Chloe after she woke up. Just thinking about that cute woman who was still sleeping made his heart raced. He quickened his pace unconsciously.
"Damon!"
The shout from behind made Damon's brows furrow.
Wendy hurried up to catch him and stood in front of him, blocking his way. Her long hair fluttered in the air.
Damon looked at Wendy with a stern face. He hadn't gone to look for her yet, but she took the initiative to find him.
The look on Damon's face sent a chill down Wendy's spine. Her gaze swept over the hand that was holding the fruit basket. Such strong hands, why were they holding such mundane things?
A bamboo basket... and fruits...
"Damon, are these... for Ms. Summers?" She couldn't help but ask.
Of course, she was just asking for trouble.
"None of your business." Damon said and turned to leave.
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