Drama Novel
Chapter 697 The Beauty
Chapter 697 The Beauty
After uttering those words, she turned her attention to Frances and asked, "Is Ms. Shaw here? I've
come to apologize to her."
"Um..."
Frances was in a difficult position.
Since Mrs. Shaw's Uncle Shaw and Aunt Wanda were visiting today, it was somewhat inconvenient to
welcome Ursula and Rowena.
However…
"I'm here," Cherise said confidently.
Frances was taken aback. She observed Cherise as she calmly removed her apron and approached
them. "You must be Rowena, right?" She asked politely.
Raising her eyebrows, she coolly assessed the woman in front of her.
The woman sat in a wheelchair, with casts on her feet visible under a thin blanket.
She wore a striped hospital gown and appeared fragile, with delicate features and a pale complexion.
Despite this, her eyes emanated a softness that evoked compassion and vulnerability.
In contrast to her sister, Rowena appeared more ordinary.
Cherise watched Rowena while also being observed by her.
Cherise appeared composed and refined, with a touch of aloofness. Yet, her face was as delicate as a
porcelain doll's.
This intriguing contrast emphasized her extraordinary charm and beauty.
Rowena pressed her lips together and asked, "You must be Ms. Shaw, right?"
"You look so young and stunning; it's hard to believe you're a mother of two."
Cherise greeted them with a gentle smile and signaled Frances to let them through. "According to Ms.
Mortis," she chuckled softly, "I don't quite fit the mold of a mother of two."
"So, in your opinion, how should a mother of two look? Tired and aged?"
"Have I failed to meet your expectations?"
Rowena was taken aback; her face turned pale, and she stuttered, "Ms. Shaw, I didn't mean that; I..."
"Relax, I was just teasing you."
She offered Rowena a comforting smile and giggled, "After all, your sister is quite the joker herself."
"I assumed Ms. Mortis could appreciate a joke, but it seems..."
Cherise briefly glanced at Rowena and considered, "Coincidentally, we have guests for dinner tonight.
You're welcome to join if you two are interested."
Ursula rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Who would want to dine in this place?"
Ursula gave a cold look to Elvis, who was lazily sitting on the couch, and to Sarah, an elderly lady with
white hair standing behind Cherise. "You accused me of making unreasonable requests just because
my sister saved Damien's life."
"In the end, you returned only to bring along your poor relatives for a free meal?"
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She pursed her lips, quickly removed her apron, and muttered, "Cherry, Uncle Shaw, and I should
probably leave."
"If you have guests here..."
"You are the guests. Where are you going?"
Cherise smiled, grabbed Sarah's hand, and insisted, "I've insisted you stay tonight. Let's see who dares
to challenge."
Feeling uncertain, Sarah put on her apron and busied herself in the kitchen.
Cherise sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and smiled faintly like a poised hostess.
Elvis grunted and promptly escorted the two children away.
Cherise and the Mortis sisters were left alone in the living room.
"Lula, watch your language."
Rowena pressed her lips together, helplessly looked at Cherise, and began earnestly, "Ms. Shaw, I
apologize for my sister's rude words. She's been spoiled since she was young and often speaks
without considering the consequences. Please don't take it to heart."
"And what if I do?"
Cherise greeted Rowena with a cold smile and warned, "If your sister continues to misbehave, she may
face consequences beyond my disciplinary measures."