Evelyn Sherman: "..."
What did their conversation topic have to do with soup?
As Evelyn looked into Chester Yale's deep, dark eyes, her heart skipped a beat.
She felt his hand roaming inappropriately around her waist, as he lowered his head to nibble on her earlobe... She shuddered, suddenly realizing.
Soup... It was the nourishing Beef Tendon Soup!
He said he drank too much...
Evelyn watched as Chester's face flushed red. Sitting on his lap, she could clearly feel his body temperature rising.
The grip on her arm grew tighter and tighter.
Could it be that he wanted to...
But this was his office!
"The butler prepared the soup, so go talk to him if you have any issues! It's late, I should get going!" Evelyn slipped out of Chester's embrace in a flash and dashed toward the door as if running for her life.
She didn't even dare to look back at Chester as she rushed into the elevator and went downstairs.
