"There's no rush." Chester Yale leaned back in his chair, dishing up food into Molly's bowl, his eyes lighting up with a smile as he watched her hurriedly devour everything.
"Eat slowly, no one's fighting over it with you." Chester took out a handkerchief, gently wiping the little princess's mouth.
Evelyn Sherman sat nearby watching, her face suddenly turning red.
Why did this scene feel strangely familiar to her?
There was a time when he took care of her like this during meals... had he thought of her as a child too at that time?
O(╯□╰)o...
Evelyn was lost in thought, feeling so shy that she barely could lift her head, she kept quiet and continued eating.
She finished her meal much faster than usual, perhaps because she had guessed that he had something else to attend to.
Just as she raised her head, Chester's hand suddenly reached out in front of her.
