Evelyn Sherman's heart skipped a beat.
Did he take her bag to throw it in her face, then tell her to get lost?
Evelyn looked at him nervously, but Chester Yale didn't even glance at her; he walked straight past her towards the elevator.
It seemed like he was really angry.
Evelyn froze in place, watching his indifferent figure, her teeth biting her lips.
"What are you waiting for? Want to stay and work overtime?" Suddenly, the man's sexy, domineering voice reached her ears.
Evelyn looked up at him, startled, and ran towards him after a few seconds. She obediently stood in front of the elevator.
She carefully turned her head to look at his enchanting face...
It turned out he wasn't angry; he was just getting off work?
She had slept all the way to her off-duty time...
Evelyn angrily pinched her arm, not even having the courage to sneak a peek at Chester.
Back at the villa, Evelyn quickly found an excuse to sneak back to her room to avoid embarrassment.
