Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet

Chapter 834 A Pawn

Chapter 834 A Pawn

Queeny Horton whispered her thanks and got back into her wheelchair.

He probably noticed her stiff legs, and though he didn't say anything, she could feel something regretful

in his eyes.

He had probably imagined many tragic stories about Queeny Horton, without her knowing.

But Queeny didn't care. After saying goodbye to him, she went out into the yard, dragging the suitcase

which had been left at the corner of the door.

The old house had been deserted for a long time.

The yard was overgrown with weeds and cobwebs hung in the corners. The branches of a formerly

majestic tree were left bare due to the long negligence. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Queeny steered the wheelchair forward.

Fortunately, there were no steps in front of the house, so she went straight to the front door, took out

the key, opened the door, and went straight in.

The room was in darkness.

It had been empty for so long that the air was full of the musty smell of dust and humidity.

Following directions from her memory, Queeny found the switch and turned on the light, which instantly

lit up the room.

She put up her hand to shield her eyes.

After a few moments, she slowly lowered her hand.

She looked around and saw that everything in the house looked exactly as she remembered it.

The only difference was that there was dust everywhere, and the big sofa in the middle of the living

room was covered with a thick white cloth. Queeny went over and lifted the white cloth, and the dust

began to fly everywhere.

She fluttered her hands and coughed, patiently giving the room a quick sweep.

Because the house was too big, many of the children who could not live in the orphanage at that time

lived here in Burke Webber's house.

The house was inherited from Burke's ancestors, so it was very large. Before Burke died, he called her

to his bedside and gave her the house, saying he was giving her a dowry in advance because he

couldn't see her get married. He told her to get on with her life.

He may not be her own father or grandfather, but he was much closer.

At the thought of this, Queeny couldn't help feeling a little sad.

After tidying up, she went to her old room.

As her room was on the first floor, she did not have to climb stairs. When the room was ready, she

unpacked her suitcase, took out her pajamas, and went to sleep hastily.

Queeny was really tired today. She had been through several things, both physically and mentally.

She was just going to take a nap so she could wake up vigilantly if anything happened. But

unexpectedly, she was so tired that she fell asleep soundly.

It was the next morning when she woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw the sunlight streaming through the cracks in the window. It was already

ten o 'clock in the morning.

Queeny braced herself to sit up.

She felt a little pain, and she knew it was because she had not slept on the wooden bed at home for so

long and the board was too hard.

Queeny packed up in a hurry last night and didn't bother to find a clean quilt, so she just slept like that.

After all, both she and Felix thought that they would soon attack her again.

So it's highly likely that they would have come last night.

But she slept through the night and nothing happened?

How could they actually suck it up and not do anything?

Queeny couldn't help frowning.

But the show had already begun and she couldn't give up halfway.

Queeny pulled back the covers and got out of bed, rubbed her sore shoulders and took her wheelchair

to the back to get some water to wash her face.

Since no one was living here, the water had been cut off. Fortunately, there was a well in the backyard,

which had not yet run dry.

She drew half a pail of water from the well, stooped down to wash her face, and found a toothbrush to

brush her teeth. When everything was ready, she went back to her room, changed her clothes, and

pushed her wheelchair out.

The fair was just outside the house.

The fair was very lively. And unlike big cities, small country towns are filled with street vendors.

Yo-heave-ho, and the sounds of talking and children chasing and playing echoed together, forming a

lively atmosphere.

Queeny maneuvered her wheelchair to a stall where she bought a pancake and milk.

She was walking back with it when she suddenly saw a person in front of her.

She was stunned.

Queeny hurried after the man in her wheelchair.

However, he was very quick. It was only a few seconds, and by the time she got there, she saw no one

there.

She felt quite defeated.

Her face was full of shock.

It was only one glance, but she was sure she was not mistaken.

That person was clearly Halley, whom she had been very close to and familiar with back in Rosefinch

Club.

Wasn't he dead? Why was he here?

Queeny caught on quickly.

Well, Felix's previous research had shown that none of these "dead" people actually died.

Instead, they faked their own deaths and transformed from captives of Rosefinch Club to leaders of the

Zircon Association.

She fell silent, but paused only a moment, and turned away without hesitation.

She went all the way back to the yard, shutting out all the bustle outside.

She looked up and saw the door open and a familiar figure sitting in the living room.

There was a flicker of fear in her eyes.

She maneuvered her wheelchair toward him quickly.

"Hi, Halley! Long time no see."

Halley looked up at the cold sound.

It was a familiar face, warm like a spring breeze. It used to blow away Queeny's troubles when she was

in a bad mood.

But now, as she looked at it, she felt a chill for no reason.

Halley smiled slightly.

"Long time no see, Queeny. You don't seem surprised to see me again."

Queeny sneered, steered her wheelchair forward, entered the house, and set her breakfast on the

table.

"Why should I be surprised now after you and your gang made such a racket, trying to kill me so many

times? If I was surprised, it was only because you came so late," said she coldly.

After saying that, she closed the door.

Halley watched her movements and did not do anything.

He had no intention of running away, or of attacking her.

He just sat quietly at the table. A stranger might have thought it was just two old friends catching up.

But Queeny knew that it would never happen again.

Those so-called old affections turned out to be nothing more than a plot they hatched.