The chaotic mind left only a blank space.
Memory slowly withdrew to the picture before losing consciousness yesterday...
She remembered hearing Chester Yale's voice!
Evelyn Sherman suddenly came to her senses, and immediately raised her head to look at the surrounding environment.
The light was a bit dim, but she could vaguely see that this seemed to be Chester Yale's main bedroom...
Before she could muster the courage to take a look at the man's face next to her, a strong arm had already crossed her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
"Awake? Hmm!" The man's hoarse magnetic voice, like a cello, melodious and pleasant to the ear.
But the intense anger contained in his words tightened Evelyn's nerves.
She didn't have time to be happy that it was Chester Yale, as the tender flesh of her waist was pinched hard by him.
The pain made her gasp for breath!
By her ear, Chester Yale's voice was gloomy, "Since you're awake, let's have a good settling of accounts... "
