"I'm so full..."
Evelyn Sherman smacked her little mouth contentedly, rubbing her rounded belly, slumped in the chair without wanting to move.
Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine, making her nerves tense up!
When she turned around, she saw Chester Yale's deep dark eyes, like a wolf's, fixed unblinkingly on her.
"Finished eating?" His thin lips moved slightly as he spoke, his breath seeming almost bewitching.
On his sharp and distinct handsome face, there was an expression of particular significance.
Before Evelyn Sherman could respond, he had already stretched out his hand, picked her up from the chair, and walked out of the restaurant.
"Chester Yale, it's still quite early, and I just finished eating; it's not suitable to sleep now!" Evelyn Sherman nervously put her hand on his chest, shouting anxiously.
But the next second, she realized that Chester Yale wasn't heading straight upstairs with her, but instead, he had entered the living room and set her down on the sofa.
