Without waiting for Evelyn's answer, he had already picked up a crawfish and placed it on her plate.
"..."
Was it for her to eat? Not for her to peel?
Evelyn looked suspiciously at the crawfish in her plate and glanced at the man beside her, hesitating a bit.
She was afraid that as soon as she picked up the crawfish, she would instantly go from heaven to hell in just a second.
After waiting a few seconds, she couldn't resist any longer, reached out to grab the crawfish, and quickly peeled it clean.
Just as she was about to stuff it into her mouth, she instinctively looked up at him.
Was he really not going to stop her?
Chester Yale leaned lazily on the chair, his deep dark eyes capturing every subtle expression on her face.
He didn't move, nor did he stop her as she had thought.
Instead, he watched her indifferently as she quickly devoured plate after plate of crawfish on the table.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
