True Love Waits

Suddenly, a car swooshed past in a blur, running over Sheffield's cell phone and crushing it under its wheels almost instantly.

"Sorry, but the number you've dialed is currently not in service..." Evelyn pulled her face away from her cell phone and stared at the screen in confusion as it was just ringing a few seconds ago.

She tried calling him again, but when she found that Sheffield's phone was switched off, a concerned frown appeared on her face.

Meanwhile, Sheffield snapped at the sight of his cell phone being pulverized. Incandescent with rage, his face contorted and foam flecked his lips as he rasped at his foe. In one swift motion, he drew his scalpel and slashed the man's stomach.

The man responded to the agonizing pain with an unearthly howl, accompanied by a berserk rage with which he threw himself at Sheffield. As he spun back around, with a clean right-footed roundhouse kick, he disarmed Sheffield of the scalpel.

Then he quickly picked up the scalpel and disappeared in the darkness.

"Ouch..." Sheffield shook his wrist, massaging it with the other hand. It was too late to run after the man now. More importantly, as he was in a lot of pain, it would do him good to retreat and live to fight another day.

Nevertheless, the man was very meticulous. He knew that he had to take the scalpel because it was stained with his blood. This reasoning implied that this wasn't the first time he had done this. Sheffield turned around to look for whatever was left of his phone and he picked out the SIM card before going back to his car.

His right wrist was still painful from the kick, and the cut in his left shoulder needed immediate medical attention. He took out the first aid kit and wrapped some gauze around the wound to stop the bleeding before he drove away without hesitation.

At the suburbs

Sheffield's car stopped in front of a traditional Chinese courtyard house. He rang the doorbell and spoke into the video intercom. "Master, it's me, Sheffield. It's been a while."

There was no response at first, but then suddenly, a voice came over the intercom. "Fuck off!"

"Master, I'm hurt, again. It looks pretty bad," Sheffield said in embarrassment, rubbing his nose. "Fuck off!" the man shouted again.

Sheffield was speechless. His master's remedy would help him recover rapidly, and he himself was too lazy to make the ointment. Leaning his back against the gate, Sheffield feigned weakness and said, "Master... Ah... my blood is running out..."

This time, he heard the clicking sound of the lock. He sighed with relief as he cheerfully opened the gate and entered the compound.

He walked a few hundred meters from the gate to a brightly lit living room.

good state, he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and strode towards him, slapping the young man in the back of his head. "I

Vernon and gave him a flattering smile. "Master, I'm in a lot of pain,

you expect me to take care of you? When was the last

could have gone to the hospital, but I came all the way here

snorted, "You came all the way here to see me?

do you mean? Master, what could I possibly give to you that

me with a gift, as a token of your gratitude. To be honest, it's not about the gift, you idiot. It's the thought that counts!" Vernon glared angrily at Sheffield and was about to hit him again when Sheffield hastily took a step back this time. "Master, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'll bring you a gift

have to do?" Vernon interrupted

I need to go

out!" Vernon started to push him out as he spoke. "No,

Did you

person!" Sheffield was ashamed to be thought of as a playboy after he started

of a person! Do I have to remind you of all your past conquests and romantic escapades?

said, "That was a long time ago! I'd like for you to meet her. I think I actually have

want me to treat

suddenly gave in, and a bad feeling rose in Sheffield's heart. "What do I have to do in

here tonight with me, and tomorrow

way. I'm flying out to France tomorrow afternoon. I've just told you I am in a hurry to apologize to my girlfriend. But, after I come back from France, I'll come here to visit you and bring you a gift, I promise. What do you

talking nonsense. Come

followed Vernon into an inner chamber. "Master, I'm serious. I can't

"Shut up!"

Vernon took out his medical kit

off his shirt obediently, exposing his

unwrapped the bandage and surveyed his wound. "Was it a

"Yes."

"Because of a woman?"

only woman he had eyes for. And there was no other

and began to take care of