His sharp-featured face, demonic pupils, and thin lips slightly pursed, with a hint of a smile that was chilling to the bone.
He slowly walked up the stairs.
Evelyn Sherman's pupils tightened, and her entire body tensed.
Like a statue, she stood still at her room doorway.
"Mr. Chester." The butler stepped forward and respectfully bowed to greet him.
As if not hearing the butler's voice, Chester Yale walked past him and stood in front of Evelyn's room door, looking down at her palm-sized face.
There was a short distance between the two, Evelyn stared into his deep dark eyes, holding her breath nervously.
As she was about to back away, Chester suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
"Ah—"
Evelyn was startled by his movement and instinctively cried out.
The next second, she smelled the strong scent of alcohol on him.
He had been drinking?
So, the reason he returned to the villa today was that he got drunk?
