"..." Chester Yale took a glance at her, his gaze indifferent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
He finished treating the wound on her knee, threw the ointment to the side, and stood up.
He left the lounge.
Evelyn Sherman was stunned.
She stared at his upright figure and, for a moment, just stared...
Did she say something wrong that angered him?
But that's not right; he doesn't act like this when he's angry.
Usually, when he's angry, someone would suffer. There's no one else here; if she angered him, she should be the one in bad luck. How could he possibly just hold his anger and leave?
"Mr. Chester left so soon. He must have just been kind enough to bring Mr. Sherman for wound treatment."
"I thought they knew each other, so it's just a gentleman's demeanor. My male celebrity is not an ordinary person. How do I love him more?"
"... "
As soon as Chester Yale left, the faint voices were heard outside the lounge.
Evelyn Sherman was startled and regained her senses.
