Evelyn Sherman breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that his mood was good, and she probably wouldn't be scolded, right?
"The butler said you were working overtime, so I made some food and brought it to you. I didn't know if you had dinner yet..."
"You made it yourself?" Chester Yale's thin lips opened slightly, interrupting her with a faint voice.
Evelyn looked up at him and gently nodded her head.
"Bring it over." Chester's dark eyes were deep, sitting straight up on the sofa, his gaze fell on the lunchbox in her hand.
Watching her carefully lay out the meals on the table.
Delicious food wafting a faint aroma in the air...
As he watched her bustling figure, a familiar scene floated in Chester's mind.
It was an afternoon when he was preparing to participate in a speech contest, he was too busy to eat.
Just like now, she suddenly appeared backstage with a lunchbox in her hand.
