Misha Evans stared blankly as Chester Yale walked up to her, holding the Little Princess. She was so shocked that she forgot to speak and just stood there.
"Didn't I just say not to follow me? Huh?" Chester Yale said coldly, and the chill emanating from him made Misha shiver, snapping her back to reality.
Ignoring everything else, she hurriedly raised the gift box in her hand.
"I forgot to bring this to you yesterday; my uncle entrusted it to me. It's a tonic for you. He said you need to take care of your health even when you're busy with work; he's genuinely concerned about you."
"…" Upon seeing the Yale Family's custom-made gift box in her hand, Chester's eyes flashed, and the anger in his eyes subsided.
He lazily looked at the butler, "Take it and put it in the study room."
After speaking, he walked to the sofa, picked up Harry, and went outside.
It was as if Misha had merely come to deliver a package, and even a greeting was considered a waste of time.