Evelyn Sherman: "o(╯□╰)o..."
How can she eat in peace when he says things like that?
She always feels like a little lamb being fattened up by the butcher, doomed as soon as she's full.
Yet, looking at the seafood in front of her, Evelyn still couldn't resist starting to cook.
Chester Yale stood by her side, watching her busy figure in the kitchen, occasionally handing her something, acting as a sous chef.
"Chester Yale, I think you don't love me anymore." Evelyn blinked her shiny, large eyes as she looked at the man leaning against the door frame, her gaze loaded with sorrow.
"..." Chester's frown deepened slightly.
"In the past when we were together, you were the one cooking, but now it has become my responsibility. You've forgotten that you once said you wanted to be my exclusive chef for a lifetime, cooking delicious meals for me every day. Now all you do is enslave me!" Evelyn pouted, lodging her complaint.
