The admiration in Chester Yale's eyes grew increasingly apparent.
He slowly parted his lips, "Why are you following me?"
He didn't believe that their encounter at the villa yesterday was a coincidence.
The area for miles around belonged to him. A child as small as this wouldn't just appear there for no reason.
Even if yesterday was an accident, what about today?
With so many cars on the road, how coincidental that he was stopped in front of his car.
Of course, this question was just a probe.
He would not suspect a three-year-old child of having any ill intentions toward him.
He just wanted to know if they knew each other, where this familiar feeling he had for the child came from...
"I'm not following you." Seeing that he was only asking this, Harry clamored onto the car seat with his soft little body, disdainfully glanced at him.
He was just following his Evelyn, accidentally encountering the wild man.
"..."
