He emanated a terrifying and icy aura, which lowered the air pressure of the entire room.
"Chester Yale, I'm fine, it's just a cup of water…" Evelyn Sherman sensed the chill coming from him and spoke subconsciously.
"I won't let her get away with this!" Chester Yale clenched his teeth vehemently, each word as if squeezed through his teeth, as he tossed the towel onto the bed and drew Evelyn Sherman into his embrace.
His large hand controlled the back of her head, hugging her with tenderness.
"Do you blame me?"
"Not at all, it was me who didn't let you go upstairs. The person clearly waited to see you before deliberately troubling me. If you had really lost your cool and gone up to defend me, you would've played right into their trap…"
"I mean, bringing you into this vortex," Chester Yale suddenly cut off her words, cupping her small face with both hands, gazing at her charming eyes.
