Chapter 358 Warmth

• Yvette Trenowyth was thrown off balance by the slap, the bright red palm print on her face immediately visible. The distinct handprint on her fair skin was truly shocking to see.
• The atmosphere in the shop seemed to freeze, with no sound at all, as if everyone was holding their breath. Yvette Trenowyth appeared stunned, not so much by the slap, but more accurately, by the unexpectedness of it all. She probably never thought she would be slapped, especially in such a public setting.
• "Despite your beautiful and delicate face, your heart is wicked and dark," Wendy Wayne said sternly, her gaze sharp and unapologetic as she looked at Yvette Trenowyth. "No amount of makeup can hide the ugliness of a dark heart. How can someone with such an ugly face hold onto someone's heart like this?"