Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

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Chapter 64

After lan left, he didn’t return, likely getting tangled up with Victor.

The moon hung high in the sky, its pale light streaming through the attic window, casting a soft glow on the floor and brightening the room.

Yvonne was getting sleepy, her eyelids heavy when she thought she heard the door creak open.

The door opened just a crack, then closed again with barely a sound.

The room was dimly lit, the soft yellow light from a nearby lamp illuminating the space just enough.

Yvonne, snuggled in her blanket, began to doze off once more. Half–asleep, she guessed it was Ian who had quietly slipped in, but the footsteps faded as soon as they appeared, and Yvonne drifted back into slumber.

The next morning, a cool breeze, tinged with dampness, slipped through the open attic window. The wind was unusually strong, causing the fixed window to creak and groan.

This gust of wind was persistent, and it ruffled through the sleeping girl’s hair, coaxing her from her deep sleep. She whimpered, pulling herself deeper into the warmth of the blanket.

Despite the large bed, only an eighth of the blanket had shifted, with no creases or folds anywhere else. Yvonne tugged at the blanket, but it was too heavy. She reluctantly opened her eyes, taking a few moments to adjust.

The sky was overcast, a thick fog hanging in the air. It was probably around five in the morning-

Groggily, she climbed out of bed, stretching her limbs before reaching for the clothes she had chosen for the day. She placed them in the warm blanket to heat them up, then, once satisfied, slipped into her clothes.

a thin autumn shirt when another gust of chilly air swept through the room, sending a shiver down

finished dressing before rushing to

of thought, Yvonne walked over to the wardrobe, pulled out a fuzzy

the kind worn by the wives of wealthy families. Wrapped tightly, with her fluffy

door and made her way downstairs.

but she was still asleep, leaving Yvonne to roam the house alone. The garden gate was

dew, the leaves and petals shimmering with tiny droplets. The wind blew, and the dew

night, but she didn’t mind. Wrapped in her fluffy coat, she wandered aimlessly, the stillness

her nose–fragrant, sweet, and delicate. It was the

middle of the colonnade. The yellow blossoms peeked out from

under the tree, and a breeze passed by, causing the blossoms to rain down onto her. The soft petals settled on her

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if the tree was saying thanks. Yvonne smiled sweetly, her eyes bright as she looked around. After confirming no one was nearby, she leaned forward, both hands

the tree seemed to respond,

breeze carried the sweet fragrance of the osmanthus, filling the entire estate with its

her shawl more tightly around herself, preparing to leave. But just as she turned to go, a sudden shower of osmanthus flowers fell around her, as though the tree had decided to shower her with

her with

the tree with a little laugh, feeling as though it had given

playfully, though not enough to shake

in flowers, Yvonne skipped away from