Evelyn Sherman was pressed against the bathroom wall, her back tightly against it, feeling somewhat cold.
She tried to push Chester Yale away, but his tall figure firmly pressed on her, showing no intention of letting her go.
"You're drunk." Evelyn seized the opportunity, tilting her head and spoke anxiously.
As she finished speaking, the pressure in the bathroom dropped momentarily.
There was a vaguely chilling demonic aura.
She shrank her neck, looking at the man standing in front of her, and immediately tried to escape the bathroom.
As soon as she moved, Chester was one step ahead, lifting her over his shoulder and exiting the bathroom.
He threw her onto the bed.
"Ouch..."
Evelyn felt her insides churning from the fall. The next second, Chester grabbed her hands, pressing them against the bedside, and looked down at her panicked face.
He slowly approached her face and said one word at a time, "Evelyn Sherman, you have no right to refuse me."
