She tilted her head slightly, her eyes closed as if she had fallen asleep again.
But Chester Yale knew that she wasn't asleep.
For Charlie Austin's sake, not only was she willing to face death, but she also had a cold war with him.
Her indifference seemed like a mockery to him.
Chester Yale's eyes gradually darkened.
Today was the film crew's audition, and she left everything behind just to see Charlie Austin.
The two had coffee together and even picked a private room, hand in hand...
If he hadn't shown up, what did they plan to do next?
"I've indulged you too much, making you forget your status, Evelyn Sherman. I won't let you sleep; you don't even deserve to!" Chester Yale slowly stood up from the edge of the bed.
He turned to his executive assistant by the door and spoke coldly.
"Do the discharge procedures."
"Mr. Chester, the doctor suggested observing for two days..." Mr. Gomez's words were cut off, as Chester Yale glared at him.
