The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2004



Though Yvonne tried to send Drew away quickly, this man was tenacious and persistent, shamelessly hanging around.

However, he did not disturb her. Instead, he stood silently at a distance. He watched Yvonne cook with the cafeteria ladies, her slender frame effortlessly stirring a large black pot. She picked, washed, and chopped vegetables with practiced ease, without a hint of pretense, as if she had done this her entire life.

Drew crossed his arms, growing more captivated by the sight. Yvonne, busy and sweating, had a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, looking a bit disheveled. To him, she appeared absolutely stunning in this moment.

Usually, when they met, she resembled a flawless, exquisite artwork, captivating men's eyes and hearts. But this time, she was even more beautiful because she seemed more alive and real.

When the orphanage began serving food, as Yvonne's "friend", Drew was lucky enough to join the children for a meal. Yvonne and two other teachers stood in a line, serving food to the children one by one.

clear voices and beaming smiles were heartwarming. Yvonne responded warmly,

paused and raised her eyes in surprise. Drew stood there with a tray, his gaze intense as he met her astonished look. He smiled brightly. "Ms. Smith, I can eat a lot. Fill

other teachers exchanged knowing smiles at the sight of her flushed cheeks. "Finish your meal and leave quickly," Yvonne whispered, her voice barely audible to anyone but them. Yet she still

quite a while. Besides..." Drew leaned closer, his eyes sparkling. "It's rare to see you. How could I leave without looking at you a few more

heart skip a beat. But she forced herself to stay clear-headed and to not desire him or fall deeper for him. Because it was impossible, because she was undeserving, because there was no future for

abused by countless men. Not to mention, this beautiful face made her feel

would genuinely care for a pathetic

...

class while others took naps. Yvonne sat on a small stool in the washroom, her slender hands soaking in warm water as she washed the children's