His dark eyes were deep, his gaze at her icy cold, sharp, faintly sweeping over her before slowly retracting with indifference.
Her words got caught in her throat.
"Get in!" His lips barely parted, and the two words were squeezed out coldly.
"..." Evelyn Sherman stiffened, still in shock when she heard his low, displeased voice repeating the order.
She hadn't misheard him after all?
Evelyn Sherman was even more stunned.
Under his angry gaze, she instinctively climbed into the car.
"To the hospital."
The door closed, and the pressure inside the car sunk, as if suffocating.
Evelyn Sherman was just about to move towards the door when a sudden pain shot through her arm.
She looked down and realized her arm was bleeding...
Lifting her head, she caught sight of Chester Yale's gaze, staring at her arm intensely.
So, that's what he meant by going to the hospital?
