Chapter 482 It Feels Like They Are the Real Couple
Eula supported Geoffrey, "Where do you want to go? Take a walk in the yard? Or go back to the room to rest?"
Geoffrey originally wanted to say take a walk in the yard, but his eyesight was good, and he was afraid of being exposed.
"Like this, it's not convenient to go out. Let's rest in your room for a while." He said.
Eula also thought so and agreed.
Then she helped him into the elevator and went to the third floor. Her old room was still the same as before, nothing had changed.
David was really good to her, letting her come back to a familiar environment.
As soon as they entered the room, Geoffrey smelled a faint scent of oranges, very refreshing. The room was mainly white, with white bed curtains and lace everywhere.
This should be the room she used to live in when she was with the Lowe family. One could imagine that when she was a girl, it must have been very warm.
Eula helped him sit on the orange sofa. She glanced around the room; it had been a long time since she had been in here.
Looking at every item inside, she could recall the past. At that time, she was the heiress of the Lowe family.
David cherished her dearly, but only David was truly sincere with her.
Her father, Fernando, had never shown her a kind face and always disliked her.
Thinking of this, her eyes darkened.
She turned her back on Geoffrey and picked up a photo from the bedside. At that time, she looked like a princess.
Wearing a white dress, her smile was beautiful!
The room was very quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing the curtains, which was also the sound of time passing.
Geoffrey looked at her back. Today, she was wearing a red fitted long dress, simple and elegant, with her hair down, flowing like seaweed to her waist.
Her curves were graceful, a true beauty.
"Eula, is this your old room?" Geoffrey asked to break the silence, which made him very uncomfortable.
His chest felt blocked, and he was afraid he couldn't control his emotions, so he found a topic to talk about to calm himself.
Eula turned around at this moment and sat on the bed, which was very soft.
Her long fingers brushed over the bedspread, a color she used to like. "Yes, to me, it feels like something from a past life."
Geoffrey looked at her lost expression, reminiscing about the past.
"You used to be the heiress of the Lowe family. If it weren't for that man, you would have had a good life."
When he said this, there was a hint of darkness in his eyes, a touch of hatred.
If it weren't for that man ruining her, she would still be the heiress of the Lowe family, and if he wanted to marry her, Shirley would definitely agree.
Eula suddenly looked up at him. "Geoffrey, don't mention these things anymore. It's all in the past."
After Eula fed him lunch, she let him rest on the bed and left the room.
At the door, a little girl was squatting, almost tripping Eula.
Eula snorted lightly, and Sierra quickly stood up, a bit flustered, supporting Eula. "Ms. Lowe, are you okay?"
Eula smiled, "I'm fine. Why are you squatting here?"
Sierra was indeed very loyal; no wonder Geoffrey kept her by his side to serve him closely.
Sierra pouted, "I'm not familiar with the people here. I only know Mr. Hopkins."
Her big, bright eyes blinked, looking innocent and scared.
Eula felt a pang of sympathy. Sierra's eyes were particularly big, her little face a bit chubby, like a Barbie doll, very cute!
"Go in, he's inside, taking a nap. You can rest on the sofa."
Sierra's eyes lit up. "Thank you, Ms. Lowe, you're so kind."
With that, she had already pushed the door open and gone in, clearly very happy.
A scene flashed in Eula's mind, a scene of Sierra and Geoffrey together. She quickly shook her head. "Eula, don't overthink. With Mrs. Hopkins like that, how could she accept it?"
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