His cold voice carried a faint sense of dominance, "Feed me."
"..."
Evelyn Sherman was obviously taken aback, looking at his enchanting face, she found it hard to imagine that he would act like a child and let her feed him dinner.
And his face seemed to say that she had no right to refuse.
Evelyn sighed and imagined him as little Harry. She gently scooped up a mouthful of rice and fed it to him, followed by picking up some vegetables...
When the man was almost full, she put down the chopsticks and said what had been brewing in her mind.
"Chester Yale, I've been thinking, could you let Anna Rivers return to the film crew? Don't be angry; I have my reasons."
"..."
Upon hearing this, a faintly dark light flashed across Chester Yale's eyes, and then he looked at her coldly.
"Go on."
Evelyn felt a great pressure as he stared at her so intently, like he was trying to scrutinize her inside out.
She bit her lip and tried to calm herself down.
