It was a soft, gentle kiss.
Evelyn Sherman's heart trembled slightly, and just as she was about to look up at him, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and deepened the kiss.
"You taste better than crawfish."
When he released her, his magnetic voice rang in her ears.
Evelyn's face turned red, and her petite body instinctively buried itself in his chest.
"Don't see Charlie Austin anymore."
Then, he opened his lips again and spoke with a deep, faint voice.
The arm around her waist tightened slightly.
"..."
Evelyn's body stiffened, and her clear eyes were a bit dazed.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Chester Yale's gaze darkened and he held her chin, forcing her to look up.
As their eyes met, Evelyn could clearly see the warning in his eyes.
Her pupils tightened, and she slightly nodded her head.
Getting a satisfactory answer, Chester led her back to the dining table.
