Evelyn Sherman looked at the two plates of spaghetti on the tray, her eyes becoming melancholic as she carried the noodles towards her room.
As she reached the door, she realized something was off.
When she left earlier, the door was definitely closed, so why was it open now?
She paused in her footsteps, and just as she was about to turn on the light, she saw a tall figure slowly sitting up on the bed.
"Ah—"
As soon as she let out a sound, the room light had already been switched on by someone else.
Seeing the enchanting face clearly, Evelyn froze for a moment.
Her crystalline eyes blinked, taking a while to recover...
Wasn't he in the main bedroom? How could he be in her room?
So, the reason no one answered when she knocked earlier was because he wasn't there at all?
She was about to cry from her own stupidity!
Chester Yale's sharp gaze swept over her coldly, his eyes capturing the two plates of spaghetti in her hand and momentarily hesitated.
