"..." Just as Evelyn Sherman was about to deny it vehemently, Chester Yale suddenly applied more pressure to the hand gripping her chin.
With his demonic pupils, he flashed a strange light.
"If you dare say it's not me, I'll kill you right now!"
"..." Evelyn shivered all over.
Her big eyes quivered and eventually rested on the tea cup placed on the table. Her eyes lit up.
"There's no water in the tea, I'll go fill up the kettle for you, and we can talk about it later!" Evelyn leaned down to grab the water bottle and ran towards the rest shed without a word.
In a flash, she disappeared.
Chester Yale watched her guilty retreat, and the corner of his mouth slowly curved into a hint of a smile.
How long could she hide from him?
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"Whew…" Evelyn hurried to the lakeside, clutching the kettle, and squatted down in distress.
She had temporarily escaped, but she couldn't keep getting water forever and not return.
She needed to find a way to deal with Chester.
