True Love Waits

Sheffield put on a playful smile and continued to provoke Calvert. "Come on! Hit me! It's even more fun because you know you can't take me down, but I know that you want to! I can see it in your eyes! Go on!

Hit me!"

Evelyn sighed, bringing her palm to her face and shaking her head.

Calvert grunted angrily, as he raised his fist and took a swing at Sheffield. Now, had this been any other day, Sheffield would have easily dodged him with a simple sidestep, but instead, he deliberately allowed Calvert's fist to land on his face.

The muffled sound of the strike drew Evelyn's attention as she raised her head abruptly.

Evelyn panicked when she saw Sheffield's face jerk because of the forceful punch. She rushed to him in an instant and stood beside him. "What the hell are you doing, Calvert? What's wrong with you?" 'And what was Sheffield doing? Isn't he supposed to be good at fighting? Why did he let Calvert punch him?' she wondered.

Sheffield cast a defiant glance at the angry Calvert, temporarily revealing the cunning smirk he had hidden from Evelyn. He turned to her with a pitiful look while covering his face with his hand. "Ouch... It hurts!"

Sheffield was well-versed in the game. He knew that women were soft-hearted creatures who couldn't refuse candy to a crying baby. Evelyn was no exception. Although sometimes she seemed to be cold on the surface, deep down she was a kind and affectionate person.

Last time when Sheffield hurt Calvert, Evelyn chose to care about the one who was hurt.

Evelyn's facial expression soured and she coldly said, "I think you should leave, Mr. Ji."

Moreover, Sheffield added more fuel to the fire. "Evelyn, today is your birthday. How could he punch me in front of you? Shame on him!"

Evelyn blew on his wound and said, "I'll have someone bring some ice cubes here."

"Evelyn, it's not as serious as you think. He's just faking it!" Calvert pulled the woman aside before she could fetch the servant. 'I can't believe this! My fist barely grazed his cheek, let alone hurt him!' Calvert sulked.

Evelyn broke free from his grip and yelled at him, "What? You come to my home and you can't even show me an ounce of respect? Once again, please leave my room, Mr. Ji!"

Her words infuriated Calvert, but since this was the Huo family's residence, he had to suppress his anger. Lowering his head in disappointment, he walked out of the closet with Evelyn.

As soon as they left, the painful look on Sheffield's face completely disappeared. He sneered at the door. 'You thought you could mess with me? You have no idea who you're going up against, Calvert.'

up his face. Although the pain from the punch wasn't even enough to

Evelyn came back and stood before Sheffield. She looked at him expressionlessly

pretending. With a cheeky grin, he pulled the woman into his arms and said, "Honey, I just can't stand him following you all the time. This is your room and only I should be

see. So, it's

no! It's my fault!" He quickly gave her

"We've been in my room for a long time. We should go downstairs

turned around and

took out something from his pocket and handed it to her. "It's

Airport. The departure time was on the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. The servants were already clearing the dinner table when the two of

was the first to bid farewell. "Evelyn, I have to leave now. I've just

in front of her wheelchair and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Okay. I'll

see you. You must be tired now. Have a good

"Thanks. Go home safely!"

had someone

said to the Huo family, "Grandma Miranda, Mr. and Mrs. Huo, Evelyn, Terilynn, and Matthew, thank you for your hospitality. It's getting late now, so we won't bother you. We should get

you for your hospitality. Dinner was wonderful. I had

and he had the whole night to talk with her. However, Sheffield's romantic moment was foiled

quite late, why don't you stay here and leave tomorrow

but they couldn't! Despite the temptation, Sheffield had to refuse. "Thank you, Mrs. Huo. Don't worry about

him. He surely knew what was on

to stay back, he wouldn't dare

for someone to drive them home because they had drunk

In the parking lot

legs scuttled over to Sheffield, who was

tone was polite

the door and

me like that.

a loss for words. 'Like father, like son. They are both cold-hearted. Fine!' "Mr. Huo, what can I do for you?" "I'd like to talk to you about something over