Evelyn Sherman, holding a lunchbox, was standing at the exit of the parking lot, waiting for the man who was about to drive.
Her face had a light expression, revealing no hint of her inner thoughts. Spotting the car pulling out of the parking lot, her mouth immediately curved into a smile.
The car stopped, she opened the car door, took a seat in the passenger seat, and fastened the seatbelt.
Turning her head, she looked at the man beside her, "Actually, I could have taken a car by myself. Weren't you supposed to be working overtime?"
"I've finished," Chester Yale's dark eyes gave off a glint of dim light as he casually parted his lips.
"....."
If he had finished work, then why did she have to go far to bring him food?
Wouldn't it be better for him to just eat at home?
Evelyn grumbled in her heart, but her lips still maintained a smile. As though a tame girlfriend, all the way, regardless of what he said, she doesn't talk back.
