Slender fingers, fair and clean, now completely bare...
The telephone number he wrote on her hand had been washed away.
Otherwise, she definitely would've called to scold him!
"Molly, what are you looking for?" Evelyn Sherman furrowed her brows.
"Did someone at the company upset you?" Evelyn ventured.
"No, there's just an annoying guy, but I can handle it myself." Zoe Yale picked up the soup bowl and obediently drank all the soup.
Evelyn was about to ask more when the butler came knocking at the door.
"Madam, Mr. Yale has forgotten to bring his clothes to the shower and is asking you to bring them to him."
Evelyn: "..."!!
"Pfft—"
The mouthful of soup that Zoe Yale had just sipped sprayed out in a glorious arc.
Struggling to hold back her laughter.
Chester Yale's tricks to trick Evelyn back to the room were almost catching up to Monkey King's seventy-two transformations.
