"..." Evelyn Sherman's large, crystal-clear eyes blinked. After a moment, she snapped out of the daze caused by the words she had heard and abruptly looked up at him.
Chester Yale had already passed her and reached the door, standing there quietly...
Evelyn's hands hanging by her sides clenched her thighs tightly.
The pain made her grit her teeth!
Feeling pain meant it wasn't a dream, right?
So, did he really say he would give her a ride?
Turning around, Evelyn looked at Chester's figure standing by the door in a daze, hesitating whether or not to follow him.
What if she had misheard him?
But what if it was true?
It was as if two little voices in her head were fighting, leaving Evelyn picking at her palm in distress.
In the end, she couldn't resist the urging of the voice in her heart, and she gathered the courage to stand by him.
Chester turned to look at her and then walked towards the stairs.
