Evelyn Sherman stood there blankly, watching Chester Yale get closer and closer to her, holding her breath.
When he approached her, she panicked and stepped back.
Terrified, her high heels wobbled, and she stumbled back.
It's over...
Evelyn closed her eyes nervously, waiting for the pain to come.
The next second, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her with a light tug.
Evelyn's small body, still not having recovered, leaned halfway against Chester's embrace.
Her nose was filled with his dominant smell, mixed with a faint scent of mint...
Seeing her steady, Chester quickly released her and, under many astonished gazes, coldly turned around, ready to leave.
"Thank you..." Evelyn said belatedly.
But Chester didn't even stop, as if passing by her and helping her by chance, and coldly walked away from her.
The gazes that had clung to them earlier followed him away.
