Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 697 Spilled Drink On Her Gown

Nana lowered her head rather shyly. "You know it, but why do you have to say it out loud?"

Mandy smiled. "What's the matter? It’s just the two of u s. By the way, when will your Henny arrive?" All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I don't know. My dad said he’d come, but up until now, I haven't seen him yet," Nana looked down with a dim look.

At this moment, a waiter came over. "Ms. Mae, Master Mae and sir would like to see you. They said that they’d like you to meet Mr. Lancaster."

"Mr. Lancaster?" Nana's eyes lit up.

Could Mr. Lancaster be Henry?

No wonder she didn’t see him after waiting here for such a long time. It turned out that he had already arrived and was with her grandfather.

"I see. I'll go over immediately," Nana replied with a beaming smile.

The waiter nodded and left.

Mandy looked at Nana who was extremely happy. She patted Nana on the shoulder. "Congratulations, you can meet your Henny now."

Nana clasped her hands together in excitement and didn't speak.

Mandy pushed her. "Aren't you going?" "Yeah, I'll go over now," Nana said before quickly running to the lounge.

When Mandy saw that Nana had left, she had a glass o f red wine in her hand as she started walking around the party.

As she was walking, Mandy staggered to her feet and she lost balance. She fell to the ground on her butt.

The moment she fell, the red wine in her hand also spilled out and it spilled on the woman who was walking towards her.

The woman was wearing a gorgeous black gown, and the red wine glass fell on the woman's shoulder.

After the woman grunted, the red wine glass fell on the ground and broke into several pieces.

However, the red wine in the glass spilled out and got all over the woman.

Fortunately, the woman was wearing a long black dress so no stains could be seen on it even after the red wine was spilled on it, but there was a wet patch and it stuck to her skin, which was very uncomfortable.

Yvonne looked down at the wet patch on her leg and she could feel her head aching.

Sam came over to check on her. "Shan, are you okay?" Yvonne shook her head. "I'm okay, it just hurts from being hit by a wine glass. My gown is also wet."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you're okay."

After he said that, he lowered his head to look at Mandy who was sitting on the ground and frowned." What was wrong with you just now? Didn't you see someone in front of you?"

Mandy was already frightened earlier when she got into trouble.

When she heard Sam's words, her face turned pale. She stood up quickly and her eyes turned red. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, Miss. I... How about I wipe it clean for you?"

Mandy panicked and took out a handkerchief as she was about to wipe Yvonne's gown.

Yvonne took a step back. "No need. There’s no use wiping it. I can't wear this gown anymore once it gets wet."

When Mandy heard this, she was in a daze. "Then... What should I do?"

"What else can you do? Pay for it," the people who were watching said.

Mandy bit her lower lip when she heard this.

Pay for it?

To be honest, she didn’t really want to pay for it. The people who came to the party must be rich and wealthy. The gown on that woman was so dazzling and it was obvious that it was expensive. Although she was not short of money, she didn't have much money. If she paid for the gown, she would have no money left.

"Why are you quiet?" Sam said as his thin lips lightly opened and he looked at Mandy who was quiet.

Mandy clenched her fists. "I...I..."

Yvonne obviously knew what she was thinking about, and she waved to call a waiter.

The waiter quickly came over. "Miss, do you need any help?"

"I need a pen and paper!" Yvonne replied.

"Okay." The waiter responded and quickly went to prepare.

Two minutes later, the pen and paper were ready.

Yvonne took the pen and paper and wrote something o nit.

When Sam tilted his head to look, he could not help but smile when he saw the content on it.

Mandy was also very curious. She wanted to stretch her neck to look at it too.

But she didn’t know the lady, so if she did that, it would definitely piss them off. So, she had to suppress her curiosity and not look.

Soon, Yvonne finished writing and returned the pen to the waiter. She then handed the note to Mandy. "Here i s my contact information and bank account, as well as the price of my gown. I won’t make things difficult for you either, just transfer the money for the gown to this account. Brother, let's go."

After Yvonne said that, she took Sam's arm and walked away.

Mandy looked at the note in her hand blankly, only to feel like it was a heavyweight. Other than feeling like she was stuck in a difficult position, she also felt very humiliated.

All she did was stain the woman's gown. She could easily wipe it off, but she said she could not wear it anymore. It was obviously deceitful.

Three hundred and eighty thousand dollars. It was clear that she was deliberately making things difficult for her. She was so beautiful, but why was she so narrow-minded? Couldn't she just let things go?

The more Mandy thought about it, the more she felt like she was wronged. Mandy clenched the note in her hand and turned to look in the direction where Yvonne and Sam were leaving.

When she saw the two talking and laughing, she bit her lip and stamped her foot. She broke into tears and ran away.

Sam noticed from the corner of his eye and frowned." The woman earlier seemed to be crying."

Yvonne shook the red wine in her hand and smiled." Let her cry then. I know exactly what she's thinking in her heart. She feels like I’m making things difficult for her by asking her to pay for my clothes. I've seen many people like this in the past few years. She's one o f those typical people who can’t be wronged at all. If she felt like she was wronged, whoever made her feel that way would be a bad person and should feel sorry for her." 1

If she was the Yvonne from the past, she might not let the woman just now pay for her clothes. Her gown was just a little wet from the red wine, and it was not a big deal at all.

But after that, she became a stronger person and she realized that in this world, no one was born to tolerate anyone. Wasn't it justified to compensate when one got someone's clothes dirty?

"Then that woman is just phony," Sam replied after taking a sip of wine.

Yvonne raised her eyebrows. "Brother, how long have you been back to Canada? You even know the term ' phony' now?"

Sam chuckled lightly, "It's because of those female employees in your company. They gossip a lot so I learned it after listening to them."

Yvonne nodded. "I see. But you're right, the woman earlier is a phony indeed. She looked soft and weak, and she had a kind look. Actually, she's more selfish than anyone else, and she has no normal perception o f what's right or wrong. People like that only think that they're right."

For example, if the person who just stained her gown was not the woman but someone else, and if she asked that person to pay for it, the woman would definitely come up to persuade her by saying that the gown was just a little dirty. She would say that it was mean of Yvonne to make people pay for it.

However, the same thing happened to that woman and she was asked to compensate for it, so she felt like she was wronged.

"Well, let's not worry about people like that. You won’t see her again anyway." Sam patted Yvonne on the shoulder.

Yvonne hummed, picked up a plate of pastries, and started eating.

Sam didn’t stay with her for long. He met two acquaintances and went to say hello.

Yvonne sat in the lounge alone and ate while she waited for Henry to come back to meet her.

After waiting for almost ten minutes, Henry came back with a shy woman behind him.

When Yvonne saw the woman, she raised her eyebrows and put down the plate of pastry in her hand.

"You’re back?" Yvonne stood up.

Henry nodded slightly. "Have you waited for long?" "No, I had my brother with me so it didn't feel like a long time. On the other hand, you took so long and you even came back with a little follower?" Yvonne looked behind him with an ambiguous smile.