She used a clean towel, dampened it, and wiped her face.
She was very close to Grace Yakov, and as she wiped with the towel, she realized for the first time that Grace Yakov's face was not made up, and her skin was so good that almost no wrinkles were visible.
She had drunk too much, and her facial expression was somewhat flushed.
There were still undried tears at the corners of her eyes...
Evelyn Sherman sat beside her, seriously looking at a person for the first time.
To be honest, Grace Yakov was really beautiful.
In her forties, she still possessed such grace. It was not hard to imagine how charming and attractive she must have been when she was young.
Considering her fame in the mall, Grace Yakov like this should have been the object of pursuit by countless men. Yet now, because of a man who abandoned her, she faced a lonely end, which inevitably made Evelyn feel a bit sighed in her heart.
