Catching a glimpse of the script contract placed next to him, she forcefully stopped her retreating footsteps, inhaled deeply a few times, then returned to Chester Yale's side.
The closer she was to him, the more his powerful aura shook her, and perhaps it was too quiet around, she seemed to hear her own heartbeat.
Thump, thump... as if it was about to leap out of her chest!
When she finally reached face-to-face with Chester Yale, she was only able to lower her head just like a child who had made a mistake, nervously picking at her palm.
She wanted to say so much, but just like the female lead in TV dramas, she didn't know where to start.
"Take her down to change her clothes." A man's deep and sexy voice, imperatively ringing in her ear.
Change, change clothes?
Is he referring to her?
Evelyn Sherman suddenly lifted her head to look at the strange yet familiar face.
Before she got another look at Chester Yale, the next second his Executive Assistant stepped in front of her, stooping down, "Miss Sherman, please follow me to the Changing Room."
"..."
Evelyn Sherman was taken away before she had time to voice her opinion.
In the changing room, the costume designer had already been waiting for her.
As soon as the designer saw her, she was dragged into the Changing Room, and a set of clothes was shoved into her arms.
"Miss Sherman, we are short on time, please hurry up."
It's just a meal, was it necessary to change clothes specifically?
She thought she could have gone without changing if they were in a hurry, her own clothes weren't bad, neat and clean, they looked lovely.
Evelyn Sherman pouted her lips, grumbling in her heart, and still embracing the clothes, she entered the cubicle. The next second, she came rushing back out holding the clothes, her eyes wide open, disbelievingly looking at the two smiling costume designers.
"You want me to wear this?"
Evelyn Sherman held up the outfit in trembling hands, completely dumbfounded.
A white top, black skirt, paired with a white apron, and a bow tie hairnet...
What she held in her hand, was a complete Maid outfit!
"I'm not wearing it!" Without a second thought, Evelyn Sherman threw the clothes back and turned to leave.
Just as she reached the door of the changing room, she heard the female costume designer's stern voice.
"Miss Sherman, it was Mr. Chester's idea, we are just following orders."
"..."
Mr. Chester...
In all of Grande City, apart from Chester Yale, who else would dare to call himself Mr. Chester?
Evelyn Sherman's heart trembled, involuntarily withdrawing her hand, turned her head to look at the clothes she'd thrown on the table, biting her lips in a dilemma.
Her contract was still in Chester Yale's hand, she couldn't afford to offend him.
Evelyn Sherman trudged back, eyes fixated on the maid outfit in front of her, especially the bow tie hairnet, she quickly grabbed it, then disappeared into the cubicle.
By the time she returned to the Restaurant, all the original waiters in the restaurant had disappeared.
In the vast space, only he was left, sitting in front of the dining table, Chester Yale.
He was leaning back in his chair, one hand propping up his head, and the other holding a glass of red wine, gently swirling it.
The dark red liquid, under the light, refracted a heart-stopping brilliance, making his perfect and impeccable face look all the more bewitching.
His eyes were gazing at the night sky outside the window, his gaze cold, it was impossible to know what he was thinking.
Evelyn Sherman held her skirt hem nervously, her body somewhat stiff.
The close-fitting maid outfit seemed tailor-made for her, the wrapped apron outlined her slim waist attractively.
The bow tie hairnet on her head was cute enough, and the costume designer had deliberately pinned a pink butterfly knot to her chest...
She looked like a gift, waiting to be unwrapped.