He sat there quietly, without doing much, his whole body exuding an air of condescension and detachment...
Evelyn Sherman couldn't help but stare at him, utterly entranced.
Time flowed peacefully like this, and it was only when the light outside started to fade that she realized she had been watching him the entire afternoon.
Her legs had gone numb, but since Chester Yale didn't leave, she didn't dare move.
Just as Evelyn couldn't bear it anymore and was about to stretch her cramping foot, she saw Chester's gaze sweep over to her direction, scaring her into holding her breath.
With an indifferent glance, Chester gathered his eyes and continued looking at the document in his hand.
His gaze seemed to be on the document, but also appeared beyond it, looking into the time they had once shared together.
His peripheral vision unconsciously swept towards the wardrobe again. He suddenly felt that the usually cold office room seemed to have more warmth.
Thinking about her being there, his heart, which had been as calm as still waters for four years, was like a huge rock thrown in, stirring ripples.
His office was always quiet because he hated being disturbed while thinking.
However, the quietness at this moment made him feel stifled and breathless.
Unable to bear it, he reached out and loosened his tie, glancing at the cabinet again.
She didn't make a single move, as if she didn't dare to breathe. This sight caused the smile at the corner of his lips to turn into a mixture of mockery and self-ridicule.
He lowered his eyes in resignation, unable to focus on a single word, and instead shifted his gaze to the computer.
He received a message on the WhatsApp group interface and casually clicked on it, seeing someone asking:
"Mr. CEO, everything is ready. Should we proceed now?"
A simple sentence, yet it darkened his eyes.
His gaze unconsciously swept over the cabinet again.
From the moment he entered the office until now, three hours had passed, and she had been inside for a full three hours. At this point, her legs and feet were probably already stiff, right?
This thought caused his smile to freeze, and his expression became momentarily vague.
Time seemed to stop at this moment, and his smile faded. Finally, he reached out, typing on the keyboard: "Plan cancelled."
Before the four words could be sent out, the door of the office was suddenly knocked on.
"Mr. Chester." The executive assistant came in with a document. "I just received news that someone offered a high price to buy the script contract in your hands."
As the assistant spoke, he placed a business card on the table.
The name "Charlie Austin" was like an ice spike stabbing into Chester Yale's eyes, his expression instantly turning cold and full of hostility.
"Tell him that if he wants the contract in my hands, he should pay with his life," said Chester with thin lips and a deliberate tone.
As the words fell, his gaze swept across the bookcase where Evelyn Sherman was hiding. The hesitation in his eyes was replaced by determination and iciness.
He looked at the computer screen, where the simple words "Plan cancelled" seemed to mock his unrequited sentiment.
Chester glanced at the business card next to him, his eyes dark. With long fingers, he pressed the delete key twice, with extra force.
His slender fingers moved quickly on the keyboard, and then his tall figure stood up from the computer and left without looking back.
The assistant hesitated, looking at the computer on the table.
On the chat window, the four words had changed: "Plan as usual."
The assistant's heart skipped a beat, but he calmly closed the computer and left the room.