Happy Mommy Happy Daddy full novel
Chapter 237

Chapter 237 Don't Belittle Yourself

Alora frowned and looked carefully at the girl who was surrounded in the middle, called Yvonne.

She had a pair of beautiful deer eyes, and her whole body was white, clean, and beautiful.

It was the type that made men think that she was very cute when they looked at her.

So, she turned her head and looked at herself, who was reflected in the glass door.

She had come in a hurry today and had only worn a simple pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. She was very plain. Compared to Yvonne in a long white dress, she did not look like a woman. Alora was a little depressed.

Just as she was feeling ashamed of herself, a tall and straight figure walked in from outside the building.

The women who were originally gossiping around Yvonne instantly quieted down.

The group of people respectfully bowed toward the man. "Mr. Goodwin!"

Sebastian frowned and nodded lightly. Just as he was about to enter the elevator, he saw the quiet woman who was holding a lunchbox. The man raised an eyebrow.

Wasn't this Samir's little wife who had lost her memory? Was she here to deliver food to Samir?

He smiled and walked toward Alora. "You are here to deliver food?"

Alora had no impression of this man, and she only felt that he looked familiar.

She nodded silently, "Mm."

"Then what are you standing there for?"

He glanced at the awkward look on Alora's face, "Have you forgotten which office he is in?"

Alora paused, really embarrassed to tell Sebastian that he had been listening to gossip about Samir and had been lost in thought, so she had forgotten to go upstairs. So she nodded silently, "Yes, my memory is bad. I forgot." "It turns out that one's memory will be bad after losing one's memory." "But it's simple." The man laughed.

"Yvonne Edmundson, come over here!" He waved to the distance.

Yvonne, who had been surrounded by all the women, paused for a moment before walking over with a smile. Her voice was gentle and pleasant to the ear.

"Yes."

Sebastian pointed at Alora, "She came to look for Samir. She doesn't know the location of Samir's office. You can bring her up." Sebastian looked up at Alora, then smiled and nodded, "Alright, I happen to be going upstairs to look for Mr. Rowan too."

After she finished speaking, she even reached out her hand intimately, wanting to take the thermos in Alora's hand.

"I can carry it myself," Alora frowned and nimbly dodged it.

Being coldly spoken to by her, Yvonne did not mind.

She chuckled and led the way, "Miss, please follow me."

Taking a deep breath, Alora lifted her leg and followed her upstairs.

Sebastian stood where he was, quietly watching the backs of the two women as they left. He could not

help but sigh emotionally.

In the past, he had felt that Yvonne could be considered a beauty.

But now, it seemed that she was really far inferior to Samir's little wife.

Even if she was wearing a woman's dress, Yvonne was not as good as her figure in jeans and T-shirts. Samir had really found himself a beautiful wife.

When Yvonne took Alora to the elevator, the women who had flattered her earlier also squeezed in.

The narrow space of the elevator was almost full.

"Yvonne, what did Mr. Goodwin say to you?"

Yvonne glanced at Alora and chuckled. "This lady is here to see Mr. Rowan. Mr. Goodwin asked me to send her up."

The women could not help but sigh.

"You said that Mr. Rowan was not chasing you?"

"Even Mr. Goodwin could tell!"

"Yes, if he didn't see that Mr. Rowan was interested in you, why would he let you run such an errand?"

Someone even lowered her voice, "Mr. Goodwin specially asked Yvonne to send this lady to Mr. Rowan. Was he afraid that Yvonne would think too much about the relationship between this lady and Mr. Rowan?" "That should be the reason..."

Alora stood at the door of the elevator with the thermostat in hand. Her eyes were fixed on the number on the elevator and she kept sneering in her heart.

The imagination of these women... was really rich.

It was obvious that the man had asked Yvonne to bring her upstairs to Samir because he felt that she did not know the way.

How could it have become evidence of the relationship between Samir and Yvonne?

Nutjob. "Miss, what is your name?"

Suddenly, Yvonne turned to look at Alora and asked gently.

"My surname is Van." Alora frowned.

"Miss Van."

"My name is Yvonne Edmundson. I am the secretary of the president of Twin Stars Group." Yvonne smiled and extended her hand to Alora. "Are you here to deliver food to Mr. Samir?" she asked with an elegant smile.

"Yes." Alora frowned and nodded.

"Then may I ask, are you Mr. Samir's... relative?"

Relative?

Alora frowned and thought for a moment.

A wife could be considered a relative, right?

Hearing her answer, Yvonne let out a long sigh of relief.

She smiled and reached out her hand, wanting to take the thermos from Alora again. "Since it's a delivery, I'll help you deliver it."

"If you have other things to do..."

Alora looked at her coldly and broke off her hand that was on top of her thermostat. "I have nothing else to do."

"I don't need Miss Edmundson's help either." The woman's words made the supporters of Yvonne unhappy. They almost rolled their eyes. "What kind of attitude is that? Yvonne was just trying to help!" "That's right!"

"Miss Van, you are Mr. Rowan's relative. Yvonne is the person that Mr. Rowan likes. In the future, you might be able to become a family..."

Alora sneered and turned to glance at the woman who had just spoken. "Samir personally said that he likes her?" This sentence caused the woman's face to instantly turn pale. Yvonne's face also turned pale. She bit her lips and glared at the woman from before, "What nonsense are you talking about?" "Mr. Rowan never said he wanted to pursue me, nor did he say he liked me!" "He just invited me to be his female companion at the party and asked me to go to the mall to choose a dress he would pay for."

"And..."

She pursed her lips and subconsciously glanced at Alora. Her face was red.

"There is really nothing between us. Don't talk nonsense!"

Her seemingly refuting words made the surrounding women start to jeer again. "He has invited you to the party as his female companion, and he is even willing to spend money on your evening dress. Doesn't he like you?" "He only drinks the hand-made coffee you make for him every day. Doesn't he like you?" "Yvonne, don't belittle yourself!"

The words of these women made Alora uncomfortable. The woman clenched her fist by her side. She raised her eyes and looked at the number on the elevator. If the elevator was a little slower, she might not be able to suppress her impulse and directly beat Yvonne into a pig head! On the surface, she was saying that she had nothing to do with Samir, but every word of hers was encouraging others to flatter her. What a bitch!