Chapter 837

Although Elsie shooed Elvis away in a hurry, Elvis was the type to stick closer than a shadow, with a skin thicker than the earth itself.

Yet, he didn't bother her, merely standing at a distance, silently observing.

He watched Elsie working alongside the cafeteria ladies, preparing a massive pot

of stew. Despite her slender and delicate frame, she stirred the giant black cauldron with ease, seemingly without breaking a sweat.

She picked vegetables, washed them, chopped them - all with a skilled and efficient grace, without a hint of pretension or shyness, as if it was something she had been doing her whole life.

Elvis, with his arms crossed, found himself increasingly captivated.

Elsie was busy to the point of perspiration, a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, presenting a somewhat disheveled appearance.

Yet, to him, she was breathtakingly beautiful at that moment.

Although every time they met, she was like a delicate, flawless piece of art, capturing the gaze of men and stealing hearts,

This time, she was even more beautiful than ever, for she was brimming with life and authenticity.

When it was time for dinner at the orphanage, Elvis, as a "friend" of Elsie, had the privilege of staying and sharing the meal with the children.

Elsie and the other two teachers lined up, serving the kids their meals.

"Thank you, Ms. Archer."

The children's voices were crisp and filled with laughter.

Elsie responded warmly, her hands never stopping.

After a while, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she paused, spoon in mid-air, as she looked up in surprise-

Elvis was standing there properly, holding his plate with eager eyes that met her shocked gaze. He smiled broadly,

"Ms. Archer, I'd love some, heap it high, please."

Elsie's heart fluttered, and she bit her lower lip shyly, unsure of what to do next.

Meanwhile, the teachers nearby glimpsed her blushing face and shared knowing smiles.

hurry and leave after dinner," Elsie whispered, her voice so low that only they

hesitate to fill his plate to

little longer

sparkling, "It's not easy to see you. How could I leave without taking my time

of

forced herself to stay lucid, not to hope, and not to fall

was impossible, because she wasn't worthy,

by Avery, her body abused and

her beautiful face, which only

could have genuine feelings for someone who bore the face of his own sister, someone seen as a

the afternoon, as the children went to their classes or naps, Elsie was in the laundry room, sitting on a small

use a washing machine? This must

face to look at the man standing before her, then

The children here don't have family to care for them, and the teachers can't

could I not understand? I used to wash

sit opposite her, shedding his coat and rolling up the sleeves of his black

family must have had plenty

had to take care of her. No one else was allowed to touch

up a wet garment and began to

now showing a

of teasing, "That's kind of

being devoted to my sister. You

just because

mother passed away, she had gathered her

their power to take good care of their

cry, don't feel like I'm

you from

in thought, Elvis felt a lump in his

"That's nice."

gazed at the reflection in the water that resembled Evadne, her heart tightening before quickly covering the reflection with a piece of

Same face, different fates.

adored. She was just a puppet,

wild fantasies, thought of

was a madman with a

what about you and

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