The tall figure leaned back leisurely onto the chair.
"It seems that I can only drink soup today."
If she dared to make the soup sweet, he would strangle her on the spot!
"Alright, butler, please bring Mr. Chester a bowl of soup. Make it a big one so he won't be hungry." Evelyn Sherman smiled and said to the butler beside her.
The butler's eyes flickered, and he immediately bowed respectfully, "I will go right away."
In the blink of an eye, he entered the kitchen.
In less than a minute, he really brought out a big bowl of soup.
Evelyn Sherman at the dining table was laughing so hard that she could barely stand straight.
Imagining Chester Yale's face when he saw that she had cooked a big pot of taro sweet soup, she felt the suffocating feeling in her chest finally dissipate.
However, should she consider an escape route beforehand in case someone becomes angry out of shame?
Evelyn Sherman's petite figure subtly shifted towards the direction of the door.
