Chapter 903: Chapter 903: A Minor Car Accident
Enna Clark opened the car door, and after calming down, she got out composedly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice there was a car in front. Here’s what we’ll do, I”ll leave my phone number. You can send the car for repairs, and once it’s fixed, send an estimate, and I will compensate for all of it.”
The driver saw that she was young and frowned, scoffing, “You’ll compensate, do you even know what kind of car this is? You talk as if you can just compensate for it.”
Enna had no good feelings toward those who judged others by their appearances, but she did acknowledge that the fault was hers to begin with, so she furrowed her brows slightly and asked indifferently, “What car?
A Rolls-Royce, she could recognize it and she could afford to compensate!
The driver was intimidated by her confidence for a mont. Just as he realized he was being dominated by a young lady and was about to fly into a rage, the car door opened, and a man’s voice ca through, “Perry!”
The once arrogant driver now cowered as if he were a mouse in the presence of a cat, quickly changing his haughty attitude in front of Enna, and scurried back with his head nodding and bowing, “Young Master Lyle, it was her who hit our car. She said she’s in a hurry, left a phone number, and will compensate. I just couldn’t hold back and scolded her a few words.”
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Lyle Westbrook knitted his brows.
Just then, a surprised voice was heard, “Mr. Howell?”
Enna Clark wasn’t sure if the man before her was Wyndham Howell. It wasn’t that she had face blindness. It’s just that the person standing before her was vastly different from Wyndham Howell.
If Wyndham Howell gave off the feeling of a boy-next-door, the man before her was the type that seed cultured and elegant but aloof, creating a distance that was hard to bridge.
It was not just his aura that had changed; his hairstyle and dress were different as well.
It was as if a butterfly had erged from its chrysalis, transford completely.
But no matter how much he had changed, that face was still the sa. Although it was significantly sharper and more dazzling than when he used to wear gold-rimd glasses, the features were still those he was born with.
There shouldn’t be two identical people in the world, right?
Even if there were two people who looked the sa, they should be of different heights, right?
If the height, appearance, and age were all similar, then… it must be the sa person, right?
Enna Clark couldn’t be certain.
And the na she called out impulsively caused the man, who had been talking to the driver, to stiffen. His heart felt as if it was hamred hard. The defensive shell around it cracked in an instant, and a figure from the deepest recesses of his heart surfaced in his mind.
Mr. Howell.
That was a title he hadn’t heard in a long ti.
And the person who would call him that… Lyle raised his head to look, and indeed, he saw the person who had co to mind!
After more than a year of not seeing her, she had beco more confident and self-assured, although she looked much thinner and her complexion wasn’t particularly good. But those eyes were the sa as before: stubborn, resilient, bright, and clear. At this mont, those bright eyes were filled with surprise, as if she had not expected to encounter him here.
The fluttering of the heart from a year ago resonated deeply with his own, like a dream relived countless tis at midnight suddenly appearing before him. His spine stiffened, and he responded quickly with a comforting and angelic smile, “Enna, what are you doing here?”
Was it really Wyndham Howell?!
Enna wanted to ask him why he was here as well, but she had more pressing matters and didn’t have ti to catch up, “Mr. Howell, is that your car?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry for earlier, I wasn’t paying attention and accidentally scraped your car. I’m in a hurry right now and can’t go with you to get the car fixed. So, I’ll give you my business card. After it’s repaired, please send a quote. I’ll compensate you.”
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