Evelyn Sherman struggled to help him from the ground to the sofa, then turned around and went into the bathroom, wrung out a hot towel, and wiped his face.
As soon as she touched him, Chester Yale grasped her hand, his tightly closed demonic eyes suddenly snapped open.
Upon seeing clearly that the person in front of him was her, his grip loosened, a crack of light appeared in his gaze, and he suddenly pulled her into his embrace, burying his head in her hair, and murmuring lowly, "Evelyn Sherman, it really was him, the one who forced you to leave me years ago... I despise him so much!"
Chester Yale's voice was hoarse, revealing a hint of harsh coldness.
"..." Evelyn's body trembled slightly.
Even though she had long suspected the mysterious person who threatened her that year might be Sheldon Yale, when she finally confirmed it, it still made her heart clench painfully.
But her pain, compared to Chester's, was probably less than one ten-thousandth, right?
