The open-air parking lot of the Yale Group was actually quite close, but the rain came quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it could drench people.
The two of them walked side by side, sharing the same umbrella.
Evelyn wondered if it was because they were close, but she could smell the faint mint fragrance on him.
Stepping in the puddles beneath her feet, she couldn't help but glance at him secretly.
His perfect facial features, at any time, always resembled an aristocrat. Even when walking in the rain, he remained calm and composed. On his body, one would never find even the slightest hint of panic like an ordinary person.
Evelyn was slightly lost in thought, and in the next second, she caught a glimpse of his wet shoulder, her eyes remaining transfixed.
She was dumbfounded for a moment before realizing that he'd moved most of the umbrella over to her side. No wonder she didn't feel the heavy rain, but his shoulder was half soaked...