After the performance ended, Easton Holmes immediately turned to look at Lily Turner, only to find that she was in a trance, and she seemed quite absorbed in it.
She hadn't even heard the intense applause just now; it was only after he called her twice that she slowly came back to her senses.
"The performance is over. We should go home."
Easton Holmes reached out to grab Lily Turner's hand, which was resting on her leg, pulling her up from her seat with him.
Evelyn Taylor glared furiously at the two hands clasped together. If her eyes could separate them, she didn't know how many times she would have done it by now.
"Easton! Could you take me home? I'm scared to go alone." Evelyn Taylor reached out and wrapped both of her hands around Easton Holmes' other arm.
Easton Holmes glanced down at the two hands holding his arm, then looked up at Luke Crowe, who was preparing to leave, "Luke! You take Comrade Evelyn Taylor home."
With that, he withdrew his arm from her hands.
