The atmosphere gradually became subtly tense.
Chester Yale noticed her gaze and slightly tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
He pretended not to notice, driving the car without glancing sideways.
It wasn't until the car reached the street of the small apartment that Evelyn Sherman suddenly remembered: she'd been so nervous she'd forgotten to tell Chester the address.
But he'd brought her back here...
"…" Evelyn opened her mouth, wanting to ask him how he knew where she lived, but she held back after seeing his cold side profile.
Chester Yale parked the car by the roadside and looked up at the ordinary small apartment building, his wicked eyes flashing slightly.
He had a cold face with thin, pursed lips, several times wanting to ask her why she hadn't moved to Charlie Austin's villa, but he couldn't bring himself to ask.
Both of them were silent, and the car was parked by the roadside for a long time without turning off the engine.
