Why it never ends

Chapter 1088 Items

Hesta soon understood Stella's intention in dressing up tonight.

When Stella stood in the crowd, standing with those women she had never talked to before, the common temperament they presented - those exposed necks and arms, bright lips and smooth hair, exquisite and expensive clothes and accessories - quickly made them the same kind of people.

She talked and laughed with them, following a rhythm and topics that were familiar to them...as if everyone had known each other for a long time.

Hesta looked away—bring Stella here, that was the right thing to do.

She picked up a glass of water and began to wander around the hall. Hesta felt that many people were looking at her, but no one came forward to greet her.

Everyone is watching.

"Jane." A familiar voice came from behind - Hesta's expression was subtle. It was rare for someone to make such a deliberate and artificial sound when calling her name.

She turned around, and at that moment, Kovicik immediately realized that his appearance did not please her.

"You're here too."

"Yes..." Kovicik looked away.

Hesta glanced at him, and the man's voice seemed to have returned to normal: "Is the Governor up there?"

"He seems to be feeling a little unwell today. He has been feeling nauseous and uncomfortable since this morning," Kovicik said. "The Baron is up there talking to him - I mean, Baron Trion."

"Yeah." Hesta nodded. She glanced at Kovicik and asked, "You don't need a wheelchair anymore?"

Kovicik was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he was moved.

"...Ah, this is because...I..." Kovicik lowered his head happily, "It will still be a little inconvenient, but...but I..."

"But you can walk now." Hesta finished the sentence for him.

"Yes..." Kovicik nodded, almost with a sigh.

"Very good, very good." Hesta walked forward thoughtfully, and her peripheral vision looked at the second floor: If Arevalo was not going to show up at the banquet tonight, then he should send someone over to explain the situation. Hesta thought, if the old governor was absent just because of his poor health, then it seemed that she should teach him a lesson...

Kovichik was chattering on the side, and Hesta was listening intermittently. However, since Kovichik appeared, people around him began to come over to say hello. Hesta didn't understand why, but Kovichik knew very well - these old nobles still didn't understand their position, and they were still hesitating whether to take the initiative to say hello to Hesta. They were always worried that doing so would make them look flattering in the eyes of others.

However, when Kovichiq appeared beside her, these people were able to move past this issue and, using the opportunity to greet Kovichiq, start a conversation with Hesta.

Kovicik enjoyed his role as a bridge, and it even made him feel as if he had been able to secure a place next to Hesta.

"By the way, last time I talked to you about Mrs. Brownbo, she is here today too."

"Yeah."

"Look! There she is, the one who is greeting you—"

Hesta's eyes followed Kovicik's hand and looked diagonally forward. An old woman in a purple dress was smiling at her.

Almost at this moment, the color drained out of Hesta's face. Her eyes passed Mrs. Brownbo and fixed on a young man next to the old woman. "Sophie..."

After the hasty farewell in the hospital, Hesta never contacted her again. She couldn't tell whether it was because she was too busy to have time, or she just subconsciously wanted to forget that Sophie was also in the city. But soon, Hesta recovered and walked calmly to the old man.

The old woman held out her hand, a gesture that meant she allowed Hesta to kiss the back of her hand, but Hesta just shook the old hand - Mrs. Brownbaugh was stunned.

"Why are you here?" Hesta looked at Sophie. "Did anyone bring you here?"

"I came here with my friends."

"Miss Sophie is a kind and noble person," Mrs. Brownbaugh smiled, "and very generous."

"Generous?" Hesta's eyes fell back on Sophie - she suddenly remembered that Kovicik seemed to have mentioned a charity gala to her before...

"Ah, my friend is back," Sophie's eyes moved, "Sinan, this way."

Hesta turned around almost in confusion - Meisnan walked past her with two glasses of champagne in his hands, his expression calm.

Meisnan avoided Hesta's gaze, feeling extremely uneasy and surprised. When he was taking the wine, he happened to see Hesta's expression when he found Sophie in the crowd. Of course, he could recognize that kind of expression that was captured in an instant...

He didn't know why Hesta and Sophie knew each other, nor did he know why Hesta had such an expression. But Meisnan couldn't understand why every time he appeared, Hesta's eyes seemed to fall on the woman next to him...

At the same moment, Kovicik's alarms went off, and he almost immediately understood Meisnan's guilty conscience. What's worse, under the bright lights in the hall, he suddenly discovered that Meisnan also had a pair of eyes like his, gray-blue eyes.

Kovicik clearly remembered that on the day of his duel with Hesta, before the fight, Hesta looked at him and whispered, "Your eyes are special."

A piercing pain shot through Kovicik's body like lightning.

Hesta looked at Meisnan: "Why are you here?"

"I, I came here because..." Mei Sinan began to hesitate again, as if someone had suddenly stabbed him in the vitals.

“Do you know each other?” Sophie asked.

"I saw him in District 14," Hesta replied.

"Sinan is a new volunteer this year and has been working with me for four months," Sophie said with a smile. "He is a very meticulous and serious person...ah, just like Sean before."

Hesta rolled his eyes mentally.

These subtle expressions did not escape Kovicik's eyes. He felt a flame rising from the bottom of his heart, as if it was about to burn everything.

While serving desserts to the ladies, Kovichi pulled Mesnan aside and asked him about his job in a pretentious manner. He then said that he could be of some help and was willing to leave him his phone number.

Then, Kovicik took out the pen he had stolen from Hesta last time, preparing to tell Meisnan who the owner of the pen was in due time.

"Ah," Meisnan's eyes widened, "my pen."