Chester Yale looked deeply into her eyes but didn't try to stop her.
He waited until the computer screen went dark before scooping her up in his arms and laying her down on the desk, crowding over her.
"Chester Yale…mmph!"
Evelyn Sherman's protest was effectively muffled.
In the end, she had no idea how she made it back to her room, her consciousness entirely gone.
The night grew darker and darker.
It wasn't until the even breaths of the person beside him could be heard that a pair of sharp, dark eyes slowly opened in the dimness.
Like a phantom, he reached out and turned on the night light.
Looking at Evelyn's peaceful sleeping face, his eyes flickered, and his long fingers traced her brow, sliding over her nose, and finally landing on her crimson lips.
After a long time, he slowly withdrew his hand, flipped over, and left the bed, heading for the study room.
Her cell phone had been left in the study room.
