His deep dark eyes reflected a dim light as he coldly stared at her.
Evelyn Sherman's arm was getting sore from holding up the chopsticks, but Chester Yale showed no intention of taking them. She bit her lip and stood stiffly, completely clueless as to what she had done to upset him this time.
Just a second ago, he was still smiling; the next second, he acted like she owed him billions.
"Chester Yale, are you going to eat or not?"
Before she could finish her sentence, the man on the sofa swiftly stood up and walked over to the side, grabbed his blazer, and left the office without hesitation.
In the luxurious CEO's office, only Evelyn Sherman was left, standing in front of the sofa with the chopsticks she had prepared for him.
Her movements were stiff with shock as she stared at his retreating back, her eyes becoming lost and bewildered.
"Grrr!"
Her stomach growled.
