Chester Yale stared at the main ingredient in the soup, squinted his evil eyes, lowered his head, looking at Evelyn Sherman in his arms and laughed meaningfully.
"I've told you, my body is in good condition."
"No, it's not my fault! I also didn't know it would be this kind of soup..." Evelyn Sherman stared at the large bowl of Beef Tendon Soup in the thermos and felt like dying!
How could it be so coincidental? The one rare time she sent soup to Chester Yale, the butler gave her a pot of nourishing soup.
Now, she was involved in an event that even the Amazon River could not clean up.
"It seems that you do not believe in what I say and require me to demonstrate it physically?" After uttering these words, Chester Yale abruptly strengthened his hold on her arm, trapping her in his arms.
Lowering his head, he bit her earlobe.
"I really didn't... I also did not know..." Evelyn Sherman trembled as she couldn't escape from his grip and hurriedly tried to explain.
