"Not getting out of the car for the barbecue?" Chester Yale's low voice suddenly rang in her ears.
"..." Evelyn Sherman came back to her senses, looking at his face close to hers, as if back to that scene once again.
Without giving her a chance to react, Chester had already opened the car door and stepped out...
Evelyn hurriedly followed him.
Looking at his noble figure, squeezing himself next to the small barbecue stall table, she suddenly felt out of place.
Reaching out to grab his arm, "Chester Yale, how about we eat somewhere else?"
"Didn't you want to eat the barbecue here?" Chester glanced at her and spoke indifferently.
Naturally, he wiped the chair clean and let her sit down.
The two sat face to face, neither of them speaking.
The atmosphere was so awkward that Evelyn couldn't help but want to cough lightly to break the silence.
