"My personal secretary." Chester Yale's thin lips opened slightly, enunciating every word.
"..." Evelyn Sherman paused, her gaze moving from his muscular chest downward, sizing him up from head to toe, unable to help herself from swallowing her saliva.
Personal secretary... How personal?
Why did she have a bad feeling about this...
Ella Jackson looked at Evelyn as she tried to hold back her laughter, covering her mouth and leaving the room quietly.
As soon as she left the hospital room, the smile on her face vanished.
Trying to suppress the loneliness in her eyes, she didn't head straight for the elevator; instead, she walked toward a ventilated window, leaning forward to look down at the hospital building below.
Not seeing Collins Aiden's car, she retracted her gaze and leaned against the window sill, lost in thought.
Her mind was filled with the words Collins had said just now.
