The next moment, he slowly stood up from the sofa and looked towards the staircase, where he indeed saw a baffled Evelyn Sherman.
She had just woken up and, like a child who had lost her guardian, obediently walked towards him when he reached out his hand.
"Did you sleep well?"
Chester Yale watched her adorably dazed look and couldn't help but rub her small head.
How could someone so childlike possibly be the mother of a three-year-old child?
Chester's mouth curved into a pampering smile, but thinking of the doctor's words, his brow furrowed again.
"Are you hungry? Let's eat first."
"Why is Executive Assistant Gomez still at the villa so late?" Evelyn asked curiously, recalling the scene when she had just come down the stairs while Chester led her towards the kitchen.
"You care a lot about him?" Chester's handsome face turned stiff and darkened.
"..."
Evelyn decided she should keep quiet, lest they have nothing to eat later and get Mr. Gomez in trouble.
