In the car, Louis Wellington kept looking at Wendy who was sitting on the passenger seat.
The woman's lips curled into a smile, but her eyes were calm.
"What are you observing, boss?" After saying that, Wendy Cassia turned to look at Louis.
At the red light, Louis stopped the car. This time, he turned to Wendy and said, "I always feel that Director Wendy was a little different when you faced that woman just now."
Did he find it out?
Perhaps it should be said that Wendy had a different feeling toward that woman at the first sight of her.
Wendy was slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect him to notice that. Suddenly, a trace of sadness appeared in her blue eyes, as if they were covered with a thin gauze.
"Her eyes look like my mother's."
Her voice was soft, like a mist enveloping the whole workshop. Even Louis, who was not easy to empathize with something, was now affected by Wendy. The figures of his parents suddenly appeared in his mind.