Chapter 709: Chapter 232 Vera Williams_4
The quiet room seemed to echo with the palpable thumping of a heart.
“Mr. Sunny, I hope you’re safe. If possible, I... I hope that after you’ve finished your business, we could meet,” the girl read the letter she had written, speaking to herself.
“Ah... People always say that a lady should never take the initiative to invite a boy to meet. Is this too bold...”
“But from what I’ve heard, Mr. Sunny seems to have a very dangerous occupation. A hunter, maybe? If we don’t meet now, we might never get the chance. Yes! You did the right thing, Miss Anne!”
“I wonder how Mr. Sunny’s affairs are going... I truly hope he’s safe.”
“Strange, why isn’t the ‘Stamp’ responding this time.”
“...”
After finishing writing the letter, the girl affixed the stamp to the envelope.
While fiddling with it, she continually murmured to herself.
Writing this, the boldest letter of her life, really made her anxious.
However, before she could sort out her thoughts, the door was suddenly knocked on; before she could respond, a plump woman barged in as if entering her own room.
The girl quickly hid the letter in a drawer, speaking faintly, “Auntie, could you not enter my room without permission next time? I’m dealing with... with something very important.”
The plump lady said indifferently, “Didn’t I knock?”
As she spoke, her cheeks trembled, and she added with exaggerated emotion, “Oh, my dear niece, do you really see your auntie as a stranger?”
Although the girl wasn’t happy.
She didn’t say anything.
After all, this was her own aunt.
The fat woman entered the room, placing her jewel-encrusted purse on the table.
Those little eyes sparkling with shrewdness quietly surveyed every corner of the room.
It seemed she was checking to see if someone was hiding somewhere.
The girl’s thoughts could not escape the scrutiny of such an experienced woman.
“Wow... she is truly as beautiful as an angel.”
“Oh, is this the president of the Rose Chamber of Commerce? Oh, praise the kind and beautiful angel.”
“...”
The moment the young girl appeared, all the refugees’ gazes turned towards her.
Each one instinctively placed a hand on their chest, making a respectful bow.
This was a sign of their heartfelt admiration and affection.
The girl looked at the crowd and, holding her skirt, returned a curtsy like a proper lady.
This made the refugees feel flattered and overwhelmed.
In other places, noble girls wouldn’t dream of returning a bow to commoners.
In the crowd, Leonard Churchill naturally noticed the young lady in the blue dress first thing.
He had seen many uniquely beautiful women, such as the cold and stunning Camilla, the proud and pretty Catherine Carter, the charming Sophia Jones... even Seven Brown and Tracy Garcia were extremely lovely.
So Leonard Churchill, looking at the blue-dressed young lady from the Rose Chamber of Commerce, wasn’t immediately dazzled by her beauty.
Yet the more he looked, the more he felt an inexplicable attraction to her special temperament.
Her features were delicate, her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her eyes, light and elegant, twinkled like stars.
The blue princess dress also accentuated the young girl’s charming figure.
There she stood, quiet and peaceful, as if surrounded by a filter, her entire being emanating a kind and pure human glow.
Leonard Churchill didn’t judge people by their looks, but by their souls.
This was the first time he had encountered a girl whose eyes were as pure as the starry summer night.
Even Pigeon, at her young age, seemed to understand and marveled, “That lady is so beautiful...”
Leonard Churchill listened, feeling a sense of realization.
Although it was their first meeting, he always felt as though she was familiar and murmured, “What’s her name?”
Pigeon thought for a moment, uncertain, “It seems... seems to be, Vera... Vera Williams?”