Evelyn Sherman's voice came through the telephone, carrying a strong sense of playful coquettishness.
How long had it been since she acted coy with him?
Chester Yale's body stiffened, then immediately, he sat up straight, his back upright.
First, he turned to look at Collins Aiden beside him, signaling him to keep quiet, and only then did he cautiously cover the cell phone and reply.
"I'm on my way home..."
As soon as he said that, a sea breeze blew in, carrying the sound of clear sea waves, reaching the cell phone.
The hand holding the cell phone froze instantly.
The unfinished words caught in his throat as he turned to glare hard at Collins Aiden, who had deliberately rolled down the car window!
"Chester Yale, does my house sit by the sea? How come I never knew going home meant passing by the seaside?" Evelyn Sherman's cold voice rang in his ears.
Chester Yale was just about to explain when Collins Aiden, pinching his voice, suddenly yelled beside him.
