Chester Yale did not finish his sentence, stopping halfway through.
He looked intently at Evelyn Sherman, who was sitting in front of him, leaving the conversation in suspense, as if testing her reaction.
"Huh?"
Evelyn was holding the head of a crawfish in one hand and digging at the tail with the other, just about to put the shrimp meat into her mouth, when she heard his voice and raised her head, looking a bit lost.
There was a hint of blame in her starry eyes.
During meals, he shouldn't talk unless necessary, especially when she was enjoying her favorite crawfish. Couldn't he see she was busy!
"..."
Chester, the smart guy he was, understood the meaning of her gaze upon seeing the crawfish in her hand.
His eyes darkened and he coldly spoke.
"Butler, remove the crawfish."
Evelyn Sherman: "..."!!!