Veild Bride : Love From An Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Zoey was unable to comprehend this. She slowly put down the receiver. If this was the case, then… would she have to change her attitude towards Miss Yeager?
What if she were to become Mrs. Yancey one day?
As she was mulling over the matter, a car drove into the courtyard.
Zoey stood up and watched the car stop. The doors opened; Michael and Violet got out of the car together before walking towards her.
“Master Michael,” Zoey greeted him.
“I’ve brought Miss Yeager back,” Michael said. “Please make a list of her needs and pass it to Mr. Yancey, he’ll get someone to deal with it. You’ll be in charge of her meals and other basic needs. You may call me or Mr. Yancey if any problems arise.”
Zoey glanced at Violet and nodded. “Understood.”
Michael turned around and left.
Zoey shifted her gaze to Violet again. “Good day, Miss Yeager,” she greeted.

“We meet again, Zoey,” Violet responded amiably. She walked towards the coffee table. “Are you arranging these flowers into the vases?”
“Yes.” Zoey was still in shock. What had happened in the past two hours? Why was even Michael behaving like this?
Violet settled on a couch and raised her head to look at Zoey, who felt rather awkward. “Come and sit, Zoey.”
Zoey sat down.
Violet looked at the bunch of fresh flowers and three vases on the coffee table. She conveniently picked up a stem of rose and started to prune it. “Let me help you.”
“Do you know how?” asked Zoey. She meant her question genuinely.
Violet laughed. “I’m not from some rich family’s daughter, and neither have I grown up living a celebrity’s life. I suppose flower arrangement is just simple,” She spoke as she helped Zoey. “I’ll stay here for a few days to recuperate. I don’t need much. I’ll eat whatever you’ll have so there’s no need to get anything special for me. It’s very easy to take care of me, I’m a freeloader after all. A freeloader shouldn’t be making demands.”
She was very easygoing. Zoey was very happy and warmed up to her considerably.
She noticed the bruises on her face and the cut on her forehead. Remembering how Violet had sustained those injuries, Zoey felt rather sympathetic for her.
“Miss Yeager…” She started to speak but paused.
Violet looked up. “What’s up?” she asked with a beam.
Zoey felt apologetic. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” Violet smiled.
Zoey thought that her attitude towards Violet last night had been a little cold. However, Violet had not borne a grudge against her for that at all. She had been through tough times and was not a pettish person.
“You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to. Let me help you with the flowers!” She focused on the task at hand seriously.
She was extremely adept at flower arrangement, from pruning to color combination.
Zoey was dumbfounded. “Are you a professional?”
“I’m not that good,” Violet looked up with a gentle smile. “It’s just a hobby.”
Michael’s car headed towards the Yancey Group. The chauffeur was in front while he sat in the back.