The autumn night felt a bit chilly.

Evelyn advanced to his side, querying, "Aren't you feeling cold?"

"No." Tyrone shook his head.

Not only was he not cold, but he also felt a little warm.

Evelyn looked at their surroundings. “Has your ride not arrived yet?"

"Not yet."

"Then, I'll wait with you." Taking a few steps towards him, she knew this was her final chance.

“Ah Tyrone.

." Suddenly, Evelyn's high heel gave way, and she fell straight to

Tyrone extended his hand and helped her up, asking with concern, "Are you okay?"

"I think I've twisted my ankle." Seizing this opportunity, Evelyn clung onto his arm.

"I can assist you back to the hall."

"Could you take me to the hospital instead? My car keys are in my pocket," Evelyn pleaded, her gaze innocent.

Tyrone picked up his phone and dialed a number.

Evelyn assumed he was contacting the person who would soon come to fetch him.

Instead, upon getting through, he instructed, "Aldred, bring your car keys down. Evelyn has sprained her ankle. She needs to be taken to the hospital.”

Aldred, the vice director, responded promptly, “Understood. I'll be right there."

Evelyn's expression hardened.

Tyrone turned to her. “Will you wait here, or would you rather wait in the hall?"

She felt lost.