"Chester Yale, I can't anymore, I'm so tired..."
Evelyn Sherman suddenly muttered softly, rubbing her small, aggrieved face against his chest.
"..."
Did she know who was holding her?
Chester Yale's cold face relaxed, he hid his eyes and directly carried her upstairs.
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"Buzz, buzz..."
Evelyn Sherman was awakened by a telephone ringtone.
Groggily, she reached for her cell phone and answered the call.
"Little Evelyn, King Harry is starving. Are you coming to have lunch with me?" the little buddy's childish voice sounded from the other end of the phone.
Evelyn was startled and climbed out of the quilt, looking nervously at the side of her.
Chester Yale was no longer in the room...
She let out a long sigh and then spoke, "Little Evelyn overslept, just wait a little while longer, Harry. I'll come and get you right away."
After hanging up, Evelyn quickly changed her clothes and hurriedly left the villa.
