Seeing the rare opportunity, she quickly put down her wine glass and followed him swiftly from another direction towards his position.
She rushed forward before Chester Yale entered the restroom.
"Chester Yale..."
From a few steps away, Evelyn Sherman looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of her and called out softly.
The man standing in front of her still heard the faint sound.
Almost at the same time, he turned around and looked at her steadily.
His eyes were still cold, but they held the familiar glow she knew, as well as adoration...
Evelyn's eyes reddened instantly.
All her concerns over the past few days turned into grievances at the moment she saw him.
There were so many questions she wanted to ask but couldn't.
She just greedily looked at his sharp-edged face, knowing that he was fine, and her heart settled down at once.
Just as she was about to speak, she heard footsteps from behind.
