Chapter 189. Setting a Trap for Caldwell

Kyle Branson was wearing an out-of-date cotton-padded coat which was tightly wrapped around her. She had a bruise on her face. She could cover it with foundation, but Ivelle could still see the scars clearly.

Seeing Kyle waiting outside the bridge courtyard and trembling with her hands in her arms, Ivelle couldn't help but say, "It's so cold outside, so why didn't you go in?"

She smiled, and her eyes were a little lonely, "I was waiting for you." Seeing the embarrassment on her face, Ivelle stopped talking.

Pearsons was not a high-end place. When Kyle was in Astley Group, she was also a white-collar worker with high income, and occasionally she felt that it didn't matter if she spent a lot of money.

But now, she didn't know what was wrong with her. Even if she didn't have a job and Caldwell was not good for her, she wouldn't be in such a mess with her kind of ability.

When she entered the bridge yard and ordered a meal, she looked at Ivelle an