Even though Sheffield was ticked off, he could do nothing about it! "Okay. Master, I'm taking off. I really have sothing urgent to deal with."
"Leave? You haven't washed your face," Vernon said.
Rubbing his face, Sheffield suddenly realized the old man was right. He had to go back to the bathroom to hurriedly wash his face.
He didn't leave until after breakfast.
He felt guilty about spending so little ti with Vernon, so he promised, "I know we didn't get much ti together. I'll drop by as soon as I co back from France."
Vernon snorted and squinted at him. "Well...you could let tag along."
"I can't. I'm bringing my girlfriend along, and three's a crowd. I can go anywhere you want after I get back."
"Sounds like a plan. How about the South Pole?"
Sheffield was agape. "Get real, Master. You can't swim, and even if you could, it's just too cold. I'd worry about soone your age going there. It's not good for you." 'We'd freeze to death there, ' Sheffield thought.
Vernon stared at him. "So are you going there with or not?"
Looking at the old man, Sheffield suddenly felt bad for him. "Sure, Master. Whatever you want."
There was a glint in Vernon's eye. "Whatever I want. What a delightful philosophy! Okay, you can go now!"
"Okay. Bye, Master!" Sheffield trotted away.
Watching him leave, Vernon's boy disciple asked in confusion, "Master, do you know what he's been up to lately?"
"Humph! He's always so mysterious. I'm his master, and even I don't know much about him." Sheffield had only asked him for help when he tried to overturn the verdict regarding his mother, Ingrid. He had kept other things to himself.
The boy disciple nodded despite not understanding completely. But he didn't ask anything else and continued drying the dicinal herbs.
By the ti Sheffield arrived at Evelyn's office, she hadn't gotten there yet.
He took out a pen and paper, and wrote a few words for her.
"Evelyn, my darling, I owe you an apology. I'll make it up to you. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you! See you later today! Your dear Sheffield."
He gave it another once-over. Happy with what he wrote, he folded it up and put it on Evelyn's desk.
He looked at his watch. It was already
oveless marriage?"
Looking at the cold woman, he smiled bitterly. "If I could, I would have given up already! Can you stop loving Sheffield?"
Could she? Of course not!
"Look, I promised Dad I'd marry you, but I don't have ti for this. I have to go. I'm not going to miss my flight because you have so weird notions of what I should or shouldn't do."
"Evelyn, I won't let you travel with another guy!" Calvert wouldn't let her go.
Evelyn was furious. "I'm not helpless, you know. I could make your life... problematic." She had just been too tired to deal with everything. If she wanted to, she could hurt him.
"Of course. I wouldn't expect any less from the daughter of Carlos Huo. You could ruin financially, you could manhandle . Go ahead. Do your worst. But just listen to you. What does Sheffield have that I don't? I love you more than that jerk ever will." Calvert got excited. He got closer to her, and she didn't back up. Taking this a sign, Calvert pressed her tightly against the door.
Feeling his weight against her, Evelyn completely lost her patience. She took out her phone from her bag and was about to call Tayson, but Calvert took it away in a swift motion.
He tilted his head slightly and moved in to kiss her.
Realizing what he was going to do, Evelyn pushed him away. Caught off guard, Calvert staggered back a few steps. He looked at the angry woman in disbelief. 'What is it with her? What hold does he have over her? I never get a chance to make my case.'
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