Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 457

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 457

My goodness! Who does she think she is? I was just putting on a show previously to get close to her to give Vivian a blow. Yet, she dares to come here and look for me! She must have thought that I was being sincere with her then!

“Evelyn, how are things going on with you lately?” Rachel still asked Evelyn with great concern despite the profound coldness in her tone.

“Quite good.” Evelyn twitched her lips and replied coldly.

Rachel replied smilingly, “I’m glad to hear that you’re fine.”

Evelyn did not say anything, yet she glanced at her quizzically.

Looking intently at Evelyn, Rachel’s smile widened as she complimented her, “Evelyn, you’re a sweet girl since young. When you were still a little girl, you looked exactly like a delicate doll that caught everyone’s attention. You’ve now grown up into a gorgeous young lady. It is really a great blessing for the person who will win your heart and spend the rest of his lifetime with you.”

Rachel’s eyes were glistening with tears. Looks like I won’t live long till my Evelyn gets married then. I can only grab every single moment now that I can be with her.

Almost everyone, especially ladies enjoyed being flattered on their beauty. Evelyn’s face softened a bit upon hearing Rachel’s compliments.

Nonetheless, her face darkened again when Vivian’s face flashed across her mind. She looked at Rachel with disdain in her eyes. Hmph! If it’s not because of your daughter, I would have already been married to Finnick!

She didn’t feel like seeing anyone related to Vivian anymore and was about to ask Rachel to leave. Out of a sudden, there was a gust of strong wind. The dried leaves on the ground were blown toward Evelyn.

Some of the leaves landed on her blouse, leaving some stains of mud on it. Coincidentally, she was wearing a white blouse today. As a result, the stains were really obvious against the pure white blouse.

Evelyn brushed the leaves away from her blouse in frustration. Her frown deepened into a scowl as she grumbled, “What kind of strange wind this is! My favorite blouse is stained!”