His careful movements were like holding his own treasure, afraid that she would feel even the slightest discomfort.
Both of them remained silent on the way.
Only the sound of Evelyn Sherman's stomach growling...
Chester Yale paused as he was about to carry her to his Lounge, and instead turned towards the Group and walked to the restaurant, finally placing her on a chair.
He ordered food and watched her eat with satisfaction, only then he couldn't help but growl.
"Evelyn Sherman, are you a pig? If she wants you to starve, you really won't eat? Do you know that your stomach problems are…" Chester Yale stopped in the middle of his yelling when he saw her stunned little face with half a mouthful of food and forcibly restrained his anger.
He put food in her bowl. "Eat first."
