NovelsFreeChapter 835
During this period at the Velvet Haven, Elsie kept everything business as usual, even working harder than before
in hopes of winning Avery's favor.
However, in the shadows, she never ceased to gather evidence of Avery's wrongdoings.
Despite the challenging journey and the constant danger of irreversible consequences, she was determined to
follow this path without looking back.
Today was Elsie's monthly volunteer day at the local orphanage.
She woke up early, freshened up, put on her volunteer t-shirt, grabbed the gifts she had prepared for the kids,
and hurriedly drove off.
"Hi, Ms. Archer. You're here so early."
"Good morning, Ms. Archer."
"How have you been, Ms. Archer?"
The teachers and fellow volunteers warmly greeted Elsie upon her arrival.
Here, Ms. Archer was everyone's favorite.
Elsie responded to each greeting with a smile, kindly handing out the homemade treats she had prepared.
"Wow. Ms. Archer, you made these apple pies again. We all love them."
Sof the younger caregivers couldn't wait to take a bite in front of her, their faces lighting up with the joy of
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdelicious food, "Ms. Archer, it's a pity you can only conce a month. If you could cevery week, or even
every day, that would be amazing. We'd be so lucky."
Elsie smiled softly, feeling a twinge of sadness in her heart.
She wished she could, but she couldn't.
Besides, all good things cto an end, and she didn't know when her transient life would reach its conclusion.
Coming once a month kept their relationship light;
if she suddenly stopped coming one day, they wouldn't feel too heartbroken.
"Ms. Archer, it's about time. The kids are waiting for you," a teacher hurried over to remind her.
"Alright, I'm on my way."
This classroom was quieter than the others.
Elsie was writing on the blackboard with precise and graceful handwriting, much like herself.
The children were diligently taking notes, the sound of pencils scratching on paper creating a serene
atmosphere.
Just then, a tall, sharp silhouette quietly appeared at the classroom's back door. Elvis lazily narrowed his eyes,
leaning against the door frame, his figure strong and pleasing to the eye like a meticulously crafted painting.
Elsie turned around, her slender, fair hands moving gracefully through the air.
She was using sign language.
Elvis' pupils contracted, his heart rate increasing.
Only then did he realize that the children in this class were all deaf or mute.
The kids responded to her with sign language, communicating smoothly without any barriers.
Elvis watched Elsie, who was dressed in simple work clothes and had her hair tied in a casual ponytail, intently.
Today, she looked different, not as meticulously made up as usual, her face bare and naturally beautiful, like an
uncarved gem.
Without makeup, she didn't look as much like Evadne.
Elsie was so engrossed in teaching that she didn't notice Elvis, who had been standing outside for a while.
"Hey? Sir, how did you get in here?" a teacher ran over, quite surprised.
"Ah?" Elvis blinked, "I, uh, just walked in."
"Who are you looking for? Outsiders can't just cin here; please leave."
Their conversation was loud enough to catch Elsie's attention.
Seeing that familiar figure, which always made her heart flutter, Elsie rushed out of the classroom in a fluster.
"Wilma. This gentleman, he's a friend of mine."
Elvis, with his hands in his pockets and a slight turn of his face, watched her with amusement as her cheeks
flushed and she breathed heavily in nervousness, looking as innocent as a young girl.
His gaze deepened.
"Ms. Archer, he's your friend, huh? Well, then carry on as you were."
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The teacher walked away, her laughter hinting at the delight of discovering something juicy.
In the quiet corridor, Elsie and Elvis stood bathed in a warm, brilliant sunlight, looking at each other.
She watched him approach, the fine, golden light casting over his sharp features, the breeze ruffling his hair,
making him too dazzling to look directly at.
Until he was right in front of her, so close they couldn't get any nearer.
Elvis' handslips curved lazily, his voice a tempting whisper,
"Thanks for bailingout, Ms. Archer."
"Why are you here?" Elsie braced her hands against the wall, her heart racing uncontrollably.
She tried to keep her composure, as if afraid he would hear her heartbeat.
"Guess why?"
Elvis leaned in, his arm propped near her head, his face inching closer, his breath
hot and overwhelming, enveloping her completely.
"Stop messing around. | need to go back and teach the kids. Letgo."
Elsie's cheeks were burning, her body trembling slightly, her heart like a lake
disturbed by a sparkling stone, rippling outwards.
Elvis raised an eyebrow, his lips barely touching her flushed ear,
"Then givea kiss. Kiss me, and I'll let you go."
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