The Enigmatic Return (Nancy’s And Roxanne )

Chapter 1492

Neera pursed her lips, her gaze drifting downward to land on the pair of hands that were holding hers.

Thanks to meticulous care, those hands remained fair and slender, their skin delicate. Even under the light, they emanated a lustrous glow.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and with an indifferent expression, she gently withdrew her hand.

Her hands now grasping air, Wrenn felt as if her heart was also empty, inexplicably overwhelmed by a profound sense of disappointment.

Did I fail again…

Is she still unable to accept me?

Then again, I had indeed been so foolish, committing so many extreme mistakes and even almost harming Jean. Why on earth should she forgive me?

Even she herself had not completely moved on from the regrets of the past.

She felt an intense bitterness in her heart, yet she dared not let it show on her face, fearing that Neera would be repulsed or upset if she saw it.

accept me, it just

rest of her life, it didn’t matter. In any case, Wrenn would continue to give her all for her and Jean, as she always

on, no matter what happens, I will treat this girl as if she were my own daughter, doing everything

she took a deep breath, intending to act as if nothing had happened

good, and they haven’t been good to you either. That’s all there is to

she finished speaking, she moved to get up. “You rest for a while. It’s almost dinner time.

can’t

help but reveal a look

fixed on Neera. In a soft voice, she asked, “Did they treat you

thoughts, Neera unconsciously tapped her fingers lightly on the edge of the tea table before responding.

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do all sorts of work, and if I didn’t finish, I couldn’t eat. Moreover, if they thought I wasn’t doing a good job, they would either

laughed lightly,

me back from the countryside. The way they looked at me was as if I were a beggar. I was dressed in tattered clothes, my face was pale, and I was thin due to malnutrition. Even the servants of the Garcia family seemed more like the masters of the house than I did. Besides that, the Garcia family all kept their distance from me, unwilling to share a meal with me at the same table, as if they were afraid I carried some contagious disease that could infect them. From a young age, I had developed the ability to read people’s faces, so I eventually stopped going downstairs for meals and ate in my room instead. Fortunately, although the Garcia family didn’t particularly like me, they never deprived me of food and even allowed me to attend school. Gradually,

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