"Cough, cough!" Grace Yakov stood behind them with two children, and immediately started coughing lightly in dissatisfaction.
Hearing her cough, Evelyn Sherman hurriedly pushed Chester Yale away.
"I don't want to see your Uncle," Evelyn said without thinking.
"Then don't. You wait outside the hospital for us; I'll be down quickly," Chester, holding on to her arm, wouldn't let her push him away as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"It would be a good chance to avoid your Mom and go out on a date."
"..." Is this not called a secret meeting?
Evelyn looked at the man who constantly tempted her, about to refuse, but then he pinched her hand hard.
His black pupils were shrouded with a dangerous cold light.
As if warning her, if she dared to refuse him in front of Grace Yakov, he would knock her out and carry her away.
Evelyn could only nod stiffly.
