The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1608:

At the Fragrance Garden, Evelyn paused from her reading, her glasses coming off as she gazed out at the night sky, the crescent moon in view.

Lost in thought, perhaps reminiscing or pondering deep matters, a wistful sadness touched her eyes.

Penny watched her for a moment before speaking. “Mrs. Hopkins, it’s getting late. Maybe you should rest.”

The sound of her voice drew Evelyn back. She turned with a faint smile, one touched by nostalgia. “When you get older, the past doesn’t knock—it just shows up.”

Penny looked at the clutter on the desk and offered a knowing smile. “It’s not your age, it’s all these old keepsakes. My advice? Let them go. Less clutter, more peace.”

“I’d rather sit with these things than let my thoughts wander in the silence,” Evelyn said, pressing her palms against the desk as she rose to her feet. “There’s a promise I made a long time ago. I’m just trying to keep it.”

shifted to one of curiosity. “Do you plan on

go home,”

Evelyn’s words, Penny’s brow twitched ever so slightly, and in the quiet of her mind, she sent up

quite cooling. Hoping for peace between the two was like waiting for

settling onto the bed and slipping off her shoes, her eyes

the magic on

glass of milk. Her voice was calm and measured. “Our people said her mask of dignity cracked the moment she knew the calming effect of the tea. Clearly, she understood the message. But since others were present, she was forced to smile through gritted teeth and accept it. They

faint smile tugged

to imagine them. The insults were likely the same

into such a rage meant the gift had

the mask of a refined and composed lady, a charade