An extremely familiar figure appeared in the hall.
The man was tall and handsome as always. When he turned his head, his eyes were as bright as stars.
On the other hand, Yvette was in a trance.
Tonight's illusion suddenly came true.
When their eyes met for a second, she turned around and left without hesitation.
Her mind was full of questions. "Why is he here?"
Are his legs all right...?
She didn't see the cane just now, which meant that he was much better. He still hadn't recovered,but he came to find her.
There was no sound of catching up behind her. Yvette stopped, thought for a while, and turned back.
The man's expression was indifferent. He did not take the initiative to call out to her and stood still.
"Mr... Mr. Wolseley," she said.
After thinking for a while, she decided to say it out. Even if he came, she would not pester him.
