Upon hearing this, Evelyn Sherman couldn't help but mumble, "There's already so much food... We won't be able to finish it all..."
In response, Chester Yale paused briefly and raised his eyebrows to look at her.
Then he closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, "Bring these for now."
"..." Evelyn was taken aback.
She only made the comment offhand, never expecting that he'd actually listen.
She even feared that he might get angry, so she dared not to speak out loud.
The hand Evelyn had placed under the table nervously dug into her palm. Somehow, she felt that Chester today was slightly different from yesterday.
But she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was different.
Was she really wired to be abused? So much so that she felt uneasy when he didn't criticise her...
Only when the waiter began serving the dishes, then did Evelyn snap back to reality.
Looking at the fragrant dishes before her eyes, her appetite was triggered.
But then she remembered something.
