Evelyn stiffened, crouching on the ground, unsure whether to stand up or continue crouching.
How long had he been here, did he hear her words just now...
He looked at her with that gaze, he must have heard it.
How should she explain?
Evelyn appeared calm on the surface, but inside her mind, she was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, wishing she could run around the trash bin to ease her emotions.
In the end, she could only awkwardly smile at him, embarrassedly holding the doll and standing up beside the trash bin.
"Um, I came to throw away the doll, and just took a phone call." Evelyn held the doll in one hand and tightly gripped the cell phone in the other, her palm sweating.
Chester stood tall in front of her, his thin lips tightly closed and said nothing.
His demonic pupils slightly narrowed, his gaze scrutinizing Evelyn's guilty face.
His eyes fell on the cellphone in her hand.
Who was she talking to just now?