I'm The Fake Heiress? Time To Reveal My 100 Identities! Novel - Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Just Happened To Be Passing By He left? He left again? The shyness and joy on Wendy's face faded away bit by bit. Her entire being seemed to lose all vitality as she wilted Why was the Garcia car appearing at the Walcotts' estate twice in a row, yet never once stopping for her? Neither time had he even come to the door. What was Timothy's reason for coming to the Walcotts' estate? ས ཏཱི7% Finished Looking at the empty tree-lined driveway, Wendy felt an inexplicable surge of intense unease in her heart. At that moment, Helen was sitting in Timothy's passenger seat.

The moment she'd walked to the estate gate, she'd seen hat familiar Maybach parked there. The tall, refined man was leaning against the car door, his figure straight, his features handsome and aloof, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, his posture lazy and casual. Standing in the golden sunlight, he really did have that divine quality about him. Enough to captivate anyone's heart. Hearing the sound, the man glanced up.

Under the brilliant sunlight, his deep, dark eyes shimmered like a pool of clear water, their ripples lending a touch of wickedness to his otherwise cool and unearthly features. Seeing Helen, his thin lips curved. "Morning, Ms. Walcot." The three words "Morning, Ms. Walcott" seemed to linger on his lips and tongue, inexplicably giving off an ambiguous, intimate feeling. Helen raised her eyes. "What are you doing here?" "Just happened to be passing by. Thought I'd give you a ride." Timothy opened the car door. "Ms.

Walcott, please get in." Helen narrowed her bright eyes, her gaze sweeping the urroundings. The driver her mother had arranged was nowhere to be seen. She glanced at the time and didn't make a fuss about it. She got in the car efficiently. Then she sat right there in Timothy's passenger seat. "Prometheus Institute, thank you." The car quickly drove out of the estate, heading toward the destination. Timothy's long fingers tapped on the steering wheel as is vision glanced at Helen. The morning light outlined the girl's exquisitely radian profile.

Those clear, cool, yet particularly 1/3 12:46 Mon, Apr 13 Chapter 43 Just Happened To Be Passing By captivating eyes showed faint traces of fatigue. Finished He noticed the thermal food container Helen was holding, his voice low and husky. "Haven't had breakfast yet?" Helen gave a faint sound of acknowledgment. Timothy curved his lips. "Eat it while it's hot. Once you get busy later, you probably won't have time to eat." Helen turned her head to look at him. From beginning to end, he'd never asked a single intrusive question. Yet somehow, he seemed to know everything.