Chapter 853 Encounters and Misinterpretations
While taking a few steps, Cherise suddenly recalled that her phone had rung earlier.
Balancing Heather, she reached for her phone but stumbled, inadvertently spraining her foot.
“Ouch!”
“Be careful.”
Heather turned around, supporting Cherise. “Take it slow. Does it hurt? Should we go to the orthopedics department for you?”
Cherise frowned, slightly moving her ankle. “It’s fine. It’ll be better after a while.”
“I’m sorry.”
Heather pursed her lips. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have sprained your foot…”
“It’s okay…”
As the two women took a few steps, Damien had already approached a woman in a white dress.
“My wife is ahead,”
Damien reminded in a low voice.
Yolanda observed the two women from a distance with a cold gaze, a hint of disdain appearing on her lips.
One was tall and slim, dressed delicately, while the other was chubby and simple.
Furthermore, the chubby one was supporting the slim one. Mr. Whitlock had mentioned that Cherise had come to visit a hospitalized colleague.
Yolanda smirked, finding Cherise’s naivety amusing. After so many years, not only had Cherise become unattractive, but she also gained weight.
Was it still possible for someone like her to captivate Damien?
She would like to witness the skills that Cherise possessed!
Taking a deep breath, Yolanda elegantly smiled as she approached Heather and Cherise. “Mrs. Lenoir, it’s an honor to meet you finally.”
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Chapter 853 Encounters and Misiucipro
Heather pursed her lips and instinctively tightened her grip on Cherise’s arm. “Cherise, this doesn’t seem good.”
Cherise siniled faintly. Having dealt with complicated characters like Gwenn before, she didn’t particularly care about this woman.
However,
she came together with Damien.
So, this must be Yolanda Weiss?
Cherise’s eyes scanned Yolanda up and down, confirming her as a pampered young lady.
She was reminiscent of Kareen back then.
Even the condescending gaze was the same.
Was this a common trait among these wealthy young ladies?
The woman tightened her lips, preparing to speak, but she witnessed Yolanda confidently striding up to Heather with a smile adorning her face. “Mrs. Lenoir, you’re truly kind.
husband’s Prioritize the company of a colleague with a sprained ankle over your presence.”
Yolanda had seen Cherise before, but it had been too long ago. Over a decade ago, Cherise was merely a quiet academic achiever.
No one would recall what she looked like except for her results on the report card.
Yolanda didn’t remember Cherise’s appearance, only a vague recollection of a round face, round eyes, a bit chubby, a bit silly, and a bit naive.
Her memory of Cherise being a naive bookworm had influenced her decision to claim the paper sent by Gwenn as her own as soon as she received it.
At this moment, Heather in front of her perfectly aligned with Yolanda’s imagination of Cherise–naive, rustic, overweight, and unkempt.
Without hesitation, she mistook Heather for Cherise,
She smiled and gazed at Heather mockingly. “I should learn from you about kindness and selflessness.”
“If it were me, with someone like Mr. Lenoir as my husband, I would never leave without even making a phone call before he arrived.”
Heather widened her eyes, staring at Yolanda in disbelief. “Are… are you talking to me?”
