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Yvonne did not tell anyone that she was the one who initially introduced Talia to Carlisle.
Or rather, Talia and Carlisle had known each other for a long time before that. She was the apple <b>of </b>Carlisle’s eyes for ten years. It was quite ridiculous.
Carlisle and Talia were childhood sweethearts, while Yvonne considered Talia a good friend. Carlisle and Talia ended up deceiving her as if she were a fool.
Yvonne still remembered that gloomy rainy day. She had carefully prepared an anniversary gift for Carlisle and went to look for him. When she pushed open the door, she saw him kissing Talia.
She had helped her boyfriend find his long–lost love yet she had even been worried that their rtionship might not be good. How foolish of her.
How could their rtionship not be good? The only one who was being consistently pushed aside was her.
Yvonne had not thought about these things for a long time, but seeing Talia today brought back that nauseating feeling.
It was not just the disgust toward Carlisle and Talia but also toward her past self, who had pursued Carlisle like a loyal dog.
Yvonne did not manage to get a wink of sleep at all. When Mnie woke up the next morning, she tiptoed around, afraid of waking Yvonne. Yvonne only came downstairs in the afternoon.
Mnie was about to leave when she saw Yvonneing down. “There’s some leftover food in the kitchen from the meal Xander ordered. He said it’s all your favorites.”
Yvonne’s lips curled. “Is he trying to make fun of me?”
Mnie did not say anything, so Yvonne asked again, “Are you going out?”
“Yeah, I have some things to do.”
Around noon, Eugene sent a message saying he would visit his grandfather in the afternoon.
When Mnie went out, Eugene’s car was already parked there. This time, Mnie got into the car without saying anything. “Let’s go.”
Eugene sneered. “Am I your chauffeur?”
After saying that, his gaze shifted to the bag Mnie was carrying. He lowered his eyes and said indifferently, “You’re considerate.”
Mnie followed his gaze to the box and paused before saying, “You’re overthinking it. These are things he gave me before. I’ve sorted them out. You can return them to himter.”
When Mnie apanied Eugene before, his grandfather had given her some gifts. The old man treated her as if she were actually his granddaughter–inw at that time.
She recalled it when Eugene suddenly mentioned that his grandfather had prepared a gift for her.
Mnie shared her thoughts openly while Eugene’s <b>gaze </b><b>on </b><b>the </b>box became somewhat
profound.
The car <b>was </b>already <b>quiet</b><b>, </b><b>the </b>windows blocking <b>out </b>the outside <b>noise</b>. Mnie could even hear the faint sound of her own breathing<b>. </b>
After a while, Eugene’s cold and deep <b>voice </b>sounded. He did not say anything but chuckled lightly in his throat. It was unclear what he meant.
Moving her fingers from the box, Mnie heard him say, “You want to paint me as the bad buy so that you’lle off as the good one? Your n is seamless.<b>” </b>
Mnie’s attitude remained unchanged as she replied, “There are valuable items inside. I don’t dare to ept such expensive gifts from your family.”
Eugene turned to look at her, a hint of mockery ying on his lips. “You were so epting for so many years, and now you say you dare not ept?”
He lowered his gaze which was profound and unpredictable. The words he uttered were chilling, “Are the few trinkets <b>I </b>casually gave you also considered valuable?”
Eugene was gripping the steering wheel with one hand, his profile stern and gloomy. “If you don’t want them, just throw them away.”