Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 732: Who Is That Woman?

Vanessa Sterling smiled and politely declined, "That would be strange. I don’t even know them, and I have an ordinary face. There are so many tourists that come here, it’s not unusual to meet someone who looks like me."

The shop assistant nodded in agreement and asked, "By the way, I haven’t seen your boyfriend in days. Where has he been?"

Hearing the words "boyfriend," Vanessa was momentarily stunned, feeling she should get used to this identity. She just smiled and explained, "His grandfather is not well, so he went home for a bit. He’ll be back this afternoon."

"Your boyfriend is really nice. Every time he comes here, he talks about you and remembers clearly what you like and don’t like to eat."

Vanessa smiled bashfully, took out her phone to scan and pay, then reached out to take the breakfast the clerk had packed up and left the restaurant.

Upstairs, Miles Sterling and Cynthia Ramsey sat by a window, neither of them speaking much.

Miles was absentmindedly looking out the window, while Cynthia was guessing what Miles might be thinking.

After a long silence, Cynthia took the teapot from the table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Miles, smiling lightly, "The photo you sent me that day was taken here. The weather was great that day, not a bit of fog on the sea. It was quite beautiful."

Miles only slightly moved his eyes but did not respond.

Cynthia continued, "Today’s weather isn’t bad either. Let’s take a walk by the sea after breakfast. I have a feeling you have something on your mind, and walking by the sea might make you feel better."

Miles took a deep breath, retracted his gaze and sat up straight, telling Cynthia plainly, "Speak less."

Cynthia was taken aback, her smile froze, and she pursed her lips, reluctantly closing her mouth.

She thought she had annoyed Miles, but surprisingly, he actually accompanied her for a walk by the sea.

Cynthia increasingly couldn’t understand what Miles was thinking. But knowing he didn’t like her talking too much, she quietly accompanied him along the coast, walking at a leisurely pace.

At noon, Cynthia turned down an invitation from the work team and had lunch with Miles alone.

The afternoon sun shone just right, and the shooting was ready to begin.

Miles accompanied Cynthia to the shoot but did not participate in the photography work, just lounging lazily under an umbrella wearing sunglasses.

Miles’s presence had always been a topic of discussion among the entire photography team, but none dared to discuss it in front of him, only speculating about his relationship with Cynthia behind his back.

After changing clothes, Cynthia used her free time to bring a cup of juice to Miles, smiling, "There will be night scenes to shoot today, so I’ll probably finish later. Would you like to wait for me to have dinner together tonight?"

Miles lazily uttered two words, "We’ll see."

Cynthia pursed her lips, placed the juice cup on the small table next to Miles, and softly said, "Then rest for a while. If you need anything, just ask the staff to buy it."

Miles didn’t respond, as a girl wearing glasses and a backpack approached, fanning Cynthia while saying, "Cynthia, the team plans to record a video here. You just need to memorize a few lines, it’s just a few sentences."

Several staff nearby, noticing both Miles and Cynthia were there, gradually gathered around. Although the topic seemed to center on Cynthia, in reality, everyone’s focus was on Miles.

Yet Miles never participated in their conversation, and with his emotions concealed behind the sunglasses, it was even harder to discern his feelings.

In the distance, a man carrying a bag of coffee approached, calling everyone over to get coffee while panting, "Cynthia, I just saw a girl at the cafe who looks a lot like you."

Cynthia took the coffee cup, laughing and teasing, "Who doesn’t know you’re face-blind? You probably see everyone as looking alike."

Behind his dark sunglasses, Miles’s eyes shifted slightly upon hearing the man with the coffee continue, "No, I really thought it was an unexpected encounter with you, but the girl had short hair. If I hadn’t known from the flight this morning that you have long hair, I might have called out to you then."

Upon hearing these words, the usually silent Miles suddenly sat up, asking the man sternly, "Where did you see her?"

Instantly, everyone’s attention was captured. The man was momentarily dumbfounded by Miles’s question, and Cynthia asked perplexedly, "What’s wrong?"

Miles replied irritably, "I’m not asking you."

The man glanced at Cynthia, then at Miles, swallowed nervously, pointed in a direction, and said, "... Just at that cafe over there, it’s a cat cafe. Just walk straight along this street, then take a right at the traffic light intersection, and you’ll see it."

After hearing the man’s words, Miles stood up from his chair, grabbed the jacket hanging on the backrest, and, ignoring the curious looks from others, turned and walked straight towards the route the man described.

Cynthia anxiously asked, "Miles, where are you going?"

Miles didn’t answer. Seeing Cynthia seemed poised to follow, the staff quickly said, "Cynthia, filming is about to start. Let’s talk after it’s done."

Cynthia frowned, watching as Miles walked away without looking back, and turned to ask the man with the coffee, "Who was that girl?"

The man scratched his head, confused, "I don’t know either... But she really looked a lot like you."

Miles followed the man’s directions and saw a cafe across the street.

Through the glass walls of the cafe, he could vaguely see customers enjoying their afternoon in booths, and a cat lounging and sunbathing, swishing its tail on the ledge.

But he didn’t see the girl.

Miles crossed the road, his steps involuntarily slowing down, feeling more anxious than excited...

There was no way to calmly analyze anymore; he just wanted to see for himself if the girl was the one he was looking for.

Standing outside the store, he looked through the glass and saw staff in cafe uniforms moving about, but he did not spot the person he wanted to see among them.

Just as he lifted his foot to enter the cafe, a short-haired girl holding a plump British Shorthair cat appeared in his line of sight.

Upon seeing her face clearly, Miles suddenly halted, all movements ceased; even his breath stopped, his pupils filled with disbelief.

He couldn’t believe Vanessa Sterling was really alive, nor could he believe he had found her...

The Vanessa Sterling he saw now was completely different from the one he remembered.

She smiled gently as she petted the cat in her arms, chatting with a nearby staff member. As if they were discussing something interesting, her smile was warmer than the afternoon sun...