"Lucas Scott doesn't drink flower tea. He just drank a cup earlier to spite you, but he won't actually take flower tea from me unless there's someone at his home who likes it."
Evelyn Sherman said, turning her head to look at the man behind her.
"Keep talking." Chester Yale's eyes flickered slightly.
"Gentleness of temperament is just my guess. After all, with someone like Lucas Scott, with such a fiery temper, being both righteous and wicked, women without a gentle temperament probably wouldn't be able to stand it. But from that telephone call earlier, I could see that Lucas Scott cares about her. It's just that perhaps even he hasn't realized it yet."
Evelyn Sherman voiced all her suspicions, then turned around, stood on her tiptoes, and wrapped her arms around Chester Yale's neck.
"If you think I'm wrong, you can argue back, but don't misunderstand. Just like Molly, I love you the most!"
"..."