True Love Waits

Not long after Sheffield's car left, two police cars came, responding to the call. Tayson went to the police station with them to make a statement.

The moment they pulled up to Sheffield's apartment, Evelyn's heart still fluttered with fear.

She felt uneasy in her heart. What if someone was after Sheffield because of her? Had their relationship put him in danger?

However, Sheffield seemed very relaxed. He took out her slippers and changed them for her. Then he asked, "Need a shower?"

She nodded her head absentmindedly. "Okay."

After Evelyn entered the bathroom, Sheffield went to the study and turned on his computer to call up the surveillance footage of the streets around No. 9 Princess Cruiser Nightclub.

The installed cameras didn't capture everything. There were limitations based on the camera's range and rotation. The stalker made most use of this. He must have come from somewhere there was no camera. The black car didn't show up for several minutes, and by then it was following Sheffield's car.

But Sheffield knew someone was following him. He pulled into an alley, where there were also no cameras. He killed the engine, and peered through the rear-view mirror. He could see the other car speeding past.

Sheffield was getting a little bored. He knew all this. Then something strange happened. The black car stopped. It looked like it was going to turn around, but the driver rolled to a stop, and stayed there for about a minute. Then the car zoomed off.

Sheffield zoomed in, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man's face. But the guy wore a black mask and a black hood, fouling attempts at identification. He couldn't even get the general shape of the man's face. Obviously, the man was extremely careful. He was well-disguised, and the car had no identifying marks whatsoever-no license plate, logo, or model.

The young doctor could tell the guy was driving an ordinary sedan. Sheffield compiled the few clues he could, and saved the important evidence on his computer.

By the time Evelyn finished showering and walked out of the bathroom, she saw him leaning against the headboard on the bed lazily, phone in hand. She was none the wiser as to what he'd been doing. Seeing her, he put down his cellphone and crooked his index finger in a come-hither gesture. Then he patted on the bed and said, "Honey, come here. I kept it warm for you."

Evelyn let down her hair. "Can I use your computer for a minute?" she asked him.

With the same grin on his face, he jumped out of the bed and said, "Sure! But why now?"

Wearing a white nightgown, Evelyn looked

the study. "You can use my computer, but you have to do something for me. Since you used my computer, you

"Use me?"

For example, a kiss. And another kiss,

Evelyn pinched his cheek, he gave in

of

the study, Evelyn seemed excited

keyboard of your

keyboard. Except for the fact that there were dedicated macro-keys,

said so, he nodded and said, "It's

you disconnect it and

then the keyboard, he finally disconnected what he needed to and handed it to her. "Anything else you want? It's yours!" With a

her back and then at the desktop computer he turned on, Sheffield scratched his head again. Didn't she say she wanted to use the computer? Why did she walk out of the study? Why was she acting like this? Sheffield

turned off the computer

the door

and looked at Sheffield's pajamas. She put the

again. "Evelyn,

her arms over her chest, Evelyn took a glance at the keyboard and said without

suddenly anxious. 'Is Evelyn

"Do you love me?"

but it lacked that sardonic look behind it. He smiled

a glint in her eyes. "So to prove you

was what he thought. "Honey, of course I can do that. But why would you ask?" He was wondering how he had made his goddess angry