In the dim room, it was so quiet that even one's own breathing could be heard.
A faint sound of the door opening echoed, and Evelyn Sherman immediately tensed up.
As Chester Yale's tall figure entered, she was instantly stunned.
A light scent of mint drifted into her nose, indicating that he had just taken a shower.
He walked towards the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down beside the Little Princess.
The Little Princess was still sleeping peacefully. Chester's dark eyes suddenly looked towards Evelyn.
Evelyn, who had just opened her eyes moments ago, abruptly closed them the moment he looked up. Her hands tensely gripped the quilt and she held her breath.
Hadn't he left?
Why did he come back?
Don't tell me he only went to take a shower? But how could it have taken him so long...
Evelyn's mind was a mess.
Thinking that Chester was lying within reach, she felt inexplicably nervous.
Feeling nervous, she eventually fell asleep...
