All Chapters of The Resurrected Sweetheart: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Yvonne looked back at Damon for a second before shifting her gaze.In fact, she had anticipated this gift-giving scene earlier. Erick did not like her, so he would be anxious to find any opportunity to embarrass her.Besides, these people at his birthday party were all members of the upper class, who habitually measured people in terms of money.That was why she had put these words in the program in advance. When it started, the program executed as configured.After a brief silence, the atmosphere quickly turned electric.A guest spoke first. "What the hell! Erick, your girlfriend is quite interesting! Why haven't I heard about her from you before?"Following him, more people began to chime in. "Good for you, Erick! Having such a beautiful and smart girlfriend. How come you're so lucky? You see, she's so brilliant that she can make such a high-IQ intelligent robot!""Wow, look! Erick's name is on the robot's arms!"Yvonne never expected that some of Erick's friends would become

Yvonne immediately understood what Damon was referring to.Looking back at him in the eye, straight and frank, she replied affirmatively, "Yes."Those words came from the genuine heart of Noelle York, without a slight of adulteration.Yvonne knew that Noelle had died the moment when her soul came into the body of Noelle.It still remained unknown what caused her death. Perhaps that drink led to an increased heart rate, or she was simply too excited when mistaking Damon as Erick and thought that she was finally very close to the person she had loved for so long. In the end, she died suddenly due to over-excitement.Taking this occasion, she managed to send that gift for Noelle, which embodied Noelle's genuine heart, and took a loaf off her mind.Therefore, she meant every word she had said in the hall. Also, she said them earnestly and affectionately, probably because she was touched by this body.Although she was perfectly aware that Erick would not respond to Noelle's love, or

Whether or not it was because of the sad memories returning to her that made her vexed, Yvonne could not tell. She turned bitter and needed to let it out of her system. "I hope you're not here to offer me food, Mister Brown, only because you have fallen for me after being moved by my display of affection just now? Rest assured that I will not tease you for it, but that would not stop me from feeling curious by your unique way of expressing your feelings!"Erick's pace halted and he yanked himself around like a man who has just discovered the most absurd of jokes. "Fallen for you?!" He scoffed, "Come on, Noelle York! I must say I would be impressed, if I am not revolted by your confidence!"Yvonne stood up, barefoot. She might have been a few inches shorter, but that did not quell her pluckiness. "Then why come all the way to bring me food? Don't tell me it's about giving alms to a beggar because last time I checked, you're nowhere near so generous a person yourself, Mister Brown!"E

"What were steel darts just a moment ago are now bullets. Great," Yvonne mused dryly when she felt the muzzle of a gun up against her back as she turned to look frostily at Damon.He turned as well, only to give her an Oscar-winning smile: a smile so loving and tender like a true boyfriend assuring his girlfriend as he soothed, "It's all right, Elsa. Don't worry."Only that instead fueled the flames of anger raging inside Yvonne that she could've sworn she wanted to tear the man to shreds with her bare hands!One of the assailants retrieved Damon's phone. "Call your people," he said.Under their supervision, Damon used his fingerprint to unlock his phone and called Joe Howe, who answered the call quickly as if he had been expecting him. "Mr. Brown, I'm at the bidding function. The bid for the tender shall begin soon enough.""You will cease the bidding and leave the place at once," Damon instructed."But, Mr. Brown, what do you mean...""I've changed my mind. We'll not bid for t

Damon's face was a deathly-pale white, his bleary eyes half-opened with seawater-drenched hair sticking to his forehead. Nevertheless, his regal presence only slightly diminished despite being in such a miserable state.Yvonne stood in front of him, towering over the semi-conscious man quietly before she turned to leave.She sensed the winds changing direction and the tide switching – the waves that pushed them up the sand now appeared to be a raging beast that would devour anyone who dared to stand on the beach.Yvonne barely paced a few steps when she noticed Damon being swept back into the water. He looked like he was going to sink for a second before he bobbed back up in the next, although the water, now perilous and capricious, was waiting to engulf him whole.She stared coldly at Damon's lifeless form for two seconds until she withdrew her gaze, and continued pressing island to reconnoiter the little enclave of sea.The little island was nothing more than the size of a footb