Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

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"Alright, don't cry. You shouldn't come back here anymore. Mister James doesn't want to see you," the woman remarked, seeing Esther's change in expression. She handed her a napkin, perhaps feeling sorry for her.

Esther accepted the napkin, wiped her tears, and let out a sigh. "I understand now."

"Good. So don't show up here again," the woman advised.

I understand, but that's exactly why I'll keep coming back!" Esther

napkin. "Why are you so stubborn? Can't you see how he looked at you with disdain? Why would you

you considered that side of him only came out because I'm the only one who could make him so angry?" Esther argued. That meant she was important to him, o he wouldn't have been so

dog," the woman said with an eye roll, but her tone wasn't entirely negative. "You don't look ugly, and your voice is nice. Why would you keep throwing yourself at him?" Esther shook her head and took a sip of water. "Because I know he loves me and can't forget about me, and I still have a

attention to a new arrival, prompting her to tell

a complaint?" The woman eyed her cautiously. She didn't believe Esther would easily become her friend after their confrontation, even if she

replied, thinking the woman was a bit arrogant but not malicious. If she wanted

at her face and repeated, "Summer

proudly said, "Of course. My mom went through a lot of