In the study room.
The entire wall was lined with treasured books.
On the spacious wooden desk, there were piles of documents...
Chester Yale's towering figure leaned against the back of the chair.
The dim light shone in from behind him, highlighting his perfect physique, looking exceptionally noble, making it hard for anyone to look away.
Evelyn Sherman had already gotten used to all this.
But on the desk in front of her, there was a complete set of tea utensils.
From the teapot, just brewed hot tea, with steam still coming out of the spout.
Chester was holding the teapot, pouring tea for Collins Aiden, who was also sitting in the study room...
Weren't they supposed to fight?
Why were they sitting together, drinking tea...
It didn't look like they were at odds at all; instead, they resembled in-laws having a pleasant conversation.
Was it just her imagination?
This must be an illusion...
"Dad."
"Dad."
Two voices sounded at the same time.
