Seeing his facial expression soften, she finally perked up her ears to listen for any noise outside.
"I think my mom has left." Evelyn Sherman carefully released her grip on the doorhandle, cautiously opened the restroom door, and peeked out her little head.
Only after confirming that the room was indeed empty, did she burst out, letting out a long sigh of relief.
She patted her chest with her hand.
She was really about to be scared to death; Grace Yakov was so close to discovering Chester Yale.
"Chester Yale... Ah!" Just as Evelyn was about to speak, Chester lifted her into his arms, threw her onto the bed, and glared at her with a bewitching and malevolent face shrouded in a heavy gloom.
He bent down, looking like he was about to question her.
He wouldn't stop nibbling on her neck, as if he wanted to brand it with his mark, a warning to other men not to even think about it!
