The implication was clear, "Mr. Chester, you really don't need to stare at me like that; I won't fall."
Yet Chester Yale had no intention of leaving at all. Seeing Evelyn Sherman hesitating to take off her clothes, he walked straight up to her, intending to bathe her.
"Evelyn, it's damp in the bathroom. Staying too long isn't good for the baby."
Evelyn: "..."!!
Is this the advanced excuse people use to play the rogue now?
"Wait, wait a minute, I'll do it myself..." Evelyn hurriedly put her hand against his chest, only to realize there was not a hint of lecherous light in Chester's eyes.
He was looking at her quite seriously.
Was he truly just worried about the baby in her belly, wanting to help her shower?
A thought suddenly flashed through Evelyn's mind...
Four years ago, when she gave birth to their little darling, Chester Yale wasn't by her side. This had always been his regret.
