"Answer my question." Chester Yale coldly stared at her, and as she remained silent, his voice turned colder.
"I went to the film crew." Evelyn Sherman made up an excuse, but she felt guilty and didn't dare to look into his eyes.
"Really?" Chester Yale sneered, his thin lips curving mockingly. He released her and took out his cell phone, preparing to make a call.
Evelyn's nerves tensed, and she blurted out, "Chester Yale, do you still care about me?"
"What did you say?"
"Do you still care about me? Is that why you keep questioning me about where I'm going?" Evelyn braced herself and faced his anger.
She couldn't let Chester Yale investigate her whereabouts, for fear he might find out about Harry...
"Evelyn Sherman..."
Chester Yale suddenly narrowed his eyes and gripped her face, "Very well, you indeed know how to provoke me. Now, let me tell you how much I care about a woman who once betrayed me!"
