True Love Waits

"So what?" Sheffield sneered indifferently with his eyes still shut; there were no emotions on his stone-cold face.

Joshua and Gifford looked at each other; they kind of understood what was going on.

Knowing Sheffield, they were sure that he wouldn't really play with a woman's feelings. They figured that Dollie must have done something.

The doctor opened his eyes, poured himself another glass of wine, and asked nonchalantly, "Did you two come here just to talk about Dollie?"

"Of course not. We heard that you got hurt. And we took time off to come and see you," Gifford said. Since he was under his father's supervision, Gifford was busier than anyone else. Joshua snatched the glass away from Sheffield's hand. "Stop drinking, dude. If you get drunk and become sick, I will have to take you to the hospital. I don't have time for that shit." Sheffield wiped his face and glared at him. "I was abandoned by a woman. Do you understand my situation?"

"I understand. Maestro Tang has become the plaything of a woman. It actually feels great!" Joshua teased. As the scalpel came straight at him, Joshua moved aside swiftly. It flew by him and was embedded in the wall, tearing the wallpaper where it hit.

"Compensate for the wallpaper and get out!" Sheffield snarled at his two friends.

"Your scalpel, your wallpaper. I'm not paying for anything, you drunk idiot. Plus, I am running short on money." Joshua stood up, straightened his clothes and said calmly, "How about you lend me five million? I'l warm your bed this winter to pay off the debt."

Sheffield squinted at him. "Are you kidding me, Mr. Fan? You are short on money? That's not very believable."

"It's all my mother's fault. She insisted on me going on a blind date. Don't you think that's ridiculous? The girl is a year older than me! Besides, I'm popular among women. I don't need a blind date," Joshua said in an irritated tone.

Gifford said flatly, "I see. You didn't agree to her demands, so your mother cut off your money source. And you are broke now."

"Mm hmm," said Joshua, dejected.

Sheffield groped around his pockets, but didn't find what he wanted. Then, he pointed to his coat on the hanger. "There is still fifty cents in the wallet, in my coat pocket. Take it and get out! But the interest will be five million. You gotta give it back next time we meet!"

hips. When he saw what he was searching for, he grabbed it and walked up to the drunk doctor. "Gifford, hold him down!" Gifford couldn't relax at work, so he could only get rid of all the pent up stress by playing with his best friends. He liked to side with one friend and bully the other, depending on the situation.

received training every day. Besides, Sheffield had a broken leg, so it was a piece of cake for him to control the drunk

his hand, and ignoring Sheffield's warning, he wrote on his plastered

of Sheffield's deadpan face,

He and Gifford ran out of the apartment before the good doctor could reach them. And bang! They shut the door. Standing

around him. The anger on his face disappeared and he went back to the bedroom

painting on the wall. But, he had it changed into a photo wall after he had

twenty pictures on the wall now. And

D City. He had even secretly snapped a few pictures of her, which he had developed and mounted on the

and gently stroked her face in the photo. 'Will you ever be mine? Or is that just my wishful thinking? Don't you like me at

the Huo

Matthew, who had already begun his further study in America. He had come back home because they had to visit their ancestors' graves. Since Carlos was in a good

kids were busy with their own stuff in the living room. Carlos came out of the kitchen and asked them, "How do you guys

gaze away from her laptop screen, Evelyn

hand. "Dad, I want them

a while

as she walked downstairs. "You guys are doing this on purpose, aren't you? You want

for Dad to cook. He surely wants all of us to enjoy the meal to the fullest. Am I right, Dad?" Evelyn

turned

that Carlos had cooked. And sure enough, there was more than one

daughters, Matthew asked flatly, "Dad, you didn't make

you were the last to speak up when I asked. I felt tired after cooking the first two.