Little Buddy's big black eyes lit up!
The next second, catching sight of the familiar figure leaning on the passenger seat, his nerves tensed, he quickly hid himself in the flower bushes, lying perfectly still.
His gaze fixed intently on the car as it slowly approached him and then drove past.
Just as the car was about to enter the gate, Chester Yale suddenly looked back.
Somehow, he felt as if he had missed something; he turned his head to look back but saw nothing.
His eyes fell on Evelyn Sherman's tranquil sleeping face...
She fell asleep as soon as they hit the road, with her little pale face, clenching the seatbelt tightly in her hands, as if afraid that he would throw her out of the car.
Every time she fell asleep, she would lean her small body towards his shoulder, making it difficult for him to drive.
His lips curled into a doting smile, he retracted his gaze and drove the car into the villa.
"Mr. Chester..."
"Shh..."