"Did you make this?" Evelyn Sherman picked up the spoon, looking at him expectantly.
Chester Yale's gaze faltered for a moment, and then he coldly looked away, "No, it was made by the new servant."
"Oh."
Evelyn Sherman looked around and noticed that there were indeed several unfamiliar faces.
Feeling a bit disappointed, she lowered her eyelids.
She silently stirred the porridge in front of her.
He's now the CEO of Yale Group. How could he still make porridge for her as he used to?
"If you don't want to eat it, you can throw it away."
Chester Yale took in her every expression and reached out to take away the porridge bowl in front of her.
"I want to eat!"
Evelyn Sherman quickly grabbed it back and protectively held it in front of her.
No matter who made it, this porridge meant something different to her. She would never pour it away!
After taking a mouthful, Evelyn Sherman's expression changed.
With a few more bites, the way she looked at Chester Yale also changed.
