That speed, like if he walked a little slower, Evelyn Sherman would eat him.
"Am I that scary?" Evelyn Sherman was full and satiated, watching Mr. Gomez's retreating figure, and she couldn't help but mutter.
Not until Mr. Gomez's figure completely disappeared from sight did her eyes gradually darken.
Chester Yale obviously still cared about her, so why did he push her away?
Did he think she wouldn't know that the beef noodles were sent by Mr. Gomez on his behalf?
Only he would know that she liked beef noodles...
She deliberately scolded him in front of Mr. Gomez, just to vent her anger. Even though she knew Mr. Gomez wouldn't tell him, being able to scold him so comfortably was satisfying!
Evelyn Sherman clenched her jacket tightly with both hands, sniffing the scent on the jacket that belonged to him, and a victorious smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
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In the Surveillance Room.
