Quickly after, she noticed that the snow on the ground had become thick, but she had no idea how long it had been falling.
"Chester Yale!" Evelyn Sherman suddenly sprang up from the sofa and ran toward the door.
The bodyguard had just reached out to stop her but was forcefully pushed aside by her.
Her petite body, bursting with primordial power, charged towards the Gate without stopping. She flung the door open and rushed out.
Seeing the figure standing still in the snowstorm like a statue, her heart tightened, and she ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.
"Chester Yale, are you dumb? Who asked you to stand out here in such cold weather? Couldn't you have picked a warmer time to vent my Mom's anger?"
"If I hadn't done so, Grace Yakov wouldn't have calmed down. If she stays angry, she wouldn't let you marry me. I've wanted to marry you for a long time," Chester Yale said slowly, his thin lips barely moving.
His deep Dark Eyes showed the same stubbornness as Evelyn's.
