Crystal clear eyes, curved with a smile, mischievous like a fox.
"You don't want me to stay just because you can't bear to let me go, right?" Chester Yale's breath was teasing as he spoke, his nose against hers, "Uncle has already agreed to call off the engagement with the Evans Family, and I will deal with this matter as soon as possible, then marry you!"
"Who wanted to talk about this?" Evelyn Sherman released her hold and sat down on the bed. Lifting her head, she spoke seriously, "I'm going back to Grande City with my mom tomorrow to take care of my dad's hospital transfer. Professor Ross said that my father has started to regain consciousness, and if his loved ones can stay by his side, he will recover faster."
"What exactly is going on between Grace Yakov and your father?" Chester Yale frowned, stepped forward, and pulled Evelyn's petite body into his embrace.
Listening to her recount the grievances of the older generation, his brows drew tighter and tighter.
