Evelyn Sherman stood there blankly, watching Chester Yale leave suddenly, her eyes blinking in astonishment.
Her eyes became lost.
When he mentioned children before, he wasn't so cold.
He would even imagine with her who their future child would resemble more.
Now, he doesn't like children anymore...
Evelyn squatted on the ground, reopened the luggage, picked up the little clothes inside, and shook them in the air, murmuring to herself.
"If you won't have children, then what are my little darlings? Are they only mine?"
She neatly folded the clothes in the suitcase, zipped it up, and put it aside with satisfaction.
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In the spacious study room.
The warm light from the window penetrated every corner of the room, making it brightly lit.
In front of the desk, Chester Yale's tall body leaned on the chair, with his angular face against the light, making it difficult to see his facial expression.
