Kyle Branson was wearing an out-of-date cotton-padded coat which was tightly wrapped around her. She had a bruise on her face. She could cover it with foundation, but Ivelle could still see the scars clearly.

Seeing Kyle waiting outside the bridge courtyard and trembling with her hands in her arms, Ivelle couldn't help but say, "It's so cold outside, so why didn't you go in?"

She smiled, and her eyes were a little lonely, "I was waiting for you." Seeing the embarrassment on her face, Ivelle stopped talking.

Pearsons was not a high-end place. When Kyle was in Astley Group, she was also a white-collar worker with high income, and...