He carried her in a princess hug, then walked to a nearby chair and gently put her down.
"Evelyn Sherman, don't worry about my business, just go back."
"I'm not leaving! I finally managed to corner Grace Yakov, and she doesn't hate me, she even let me follow her. I can't leave at a time like this, no matter what!" Evelyn immediately became stubborn upon hearing his words.
As she looked into Chester Yale's deep, dark eyes, she couldn't help but reach out and touch his handsome face, murmuring, "Did you just call me? Didn't you say you don't recognize me anymore?"
Thinking of his coldness at the banquet, Evelyn bit her lips and raised her head to bite his chest.
"Hiss——"
Chester Yale drew in a cold breath and instinctively tries to push her away.
He placed his large hand on her little head but only ended up indulgently stroking her hair, letting her vent her frustrations by biting him.