Confessing a hundred times... has he gone mad?
Evelyn Sherman was being kissed by him, unable to push him away, so she simply and obediently raised her head to meet his kiss.
When he was satisfied, he finally released her and pinched her cheeks with contentment, "Good girl."
"..."
"Tell me, why are you so obedient today? Did you do something wrong?" Chester Yale wrapped his arms around her waist, leading her to the Living Room and onto the sofa, pulling her onto his lap.
His eyes, sharp as a hawk, burned into her with an intense gaze.
"I didn't..."
"My Uncle asked you to go to the Manor today, did you see him? What did you talk about? Were those strange actions of yours earlier a final farewell, your way of having a last meal with me before following my Uncle's advice to break things off with me?"
"..." Evelyn Sherman lifted her head in astonishment, looking at him.