Evelyn Sherman slept heavily.
When she woke up again, her petite body was lying on the pillow, and Chester Yale's figure was long gone from her side.
She groggily reached out to brush her hair, then sat up holding the quilt.
As she was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed, she caught a glimpse of the hickeys on her body and immediately shrank back.
The incident that was finally forgotten suddenly returned to her mind.
With her face flushed, she wrapped herself in the quilt and hopped into the bathroom.
Soaking in the bathtub, her sober mind not only failed to forget about everything that happened last night, but remembered it even more clearly.
What should she do now?
She wanted to avoid Chester Yale, but she always bumped into him.
Thinking of the passionate lovemaking last night, even Evelyn, with her thick skin, couldn't act as if nothing had happened.
Thinking of yesterday, an unexpected person suddenly came to her mind.
Clara Sanders...
