"..."
Chester Yale was taken aback and squinted his dark eyes, looking up at her.
She quickly hid the note and wrote another sentence on it: [Just for one day, please, please!]
[No.] Chester took the pen from her hand, and with a flourish, he wrote two characters. Then, he turned his head and started solving problems.
"You don't love me at all." Evelyn Sherman pouted in grievance.
Seeing Chester ignoring her, she tore off another piece of paper, quickly wrote a sentence, rolled the note into a ball, and threw it in front of him.
Chester frowned and unfolded the paper ball.
[It was me who confessed to you when we got together.]
He had just finished reading the first sentence when her next paper ball came over.
[I chased you for two months.]
[I proposed the relationship.]
[Even the first kiss was initiated by me.]
[Now you won't even let me slack off for one day, Chester Yale, do you think I'm too stupid and not good enough for you like everyone else does?]
