She stood with her forehead against the wall. Her feet, having stood for too long, were beginning to numb.
Her complexion, already unwell, now looked devoid of any color.
With a slight move, her whole body swayed, nearly losing balance.
She bit the tip of her tongue, and it instantly brought her back to reality.
She did not know how long she had been standing there. All she wanted was to do something that would pacify Chester Yale.
When the door to the CEO's office opened from the inside, Evelyn Sherman had no clue.
She only felt a scorching gaze from behind, making her back burn.
As she was about to turn around, her vision blurred. Instinctively extending her hand to support herself against the wall, within a second, she fell into his warm embrace.
"I'm sorry."
After coming to her senses, Evelyn quickly stood up from his arms.
Her little head hung low, like a child who had committed a wrongdoing.
