True Love Waits

Chapter 939

Even though Sheffield was ticked off, he could do nothing about it! "Okay. Master, I'm taking off. I really have something 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 time with Vernon, so he promised, "I know we didn't get much time together. I'll drop by as soon as I come back from France."

Vernon snorted and squinted at him. "Well...you could let me 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 someone 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 me 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 medicinal herbs.

Evelyn's

out a pen and paper, and wrote

the rest

once-over. Happy with what he wrote, he folded it up and

looked at his watch. It was already past 8 a.m., but there was no sign of

phone beside the desk, dialing that special code to make calls

There was no rush. So in the end, he left without seeing her. When Evelyn came out of the bathroom, she saw the missed call on her phone from

one of

assuming if there was something urgent, they'd ring her

on the table and stared at it, lost in her thoughts. Then she headed into her walk-in closet

the door, outside her apartment. His eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw the luggage, but he

the fifth floor of

at her parents and the other elders in the room and addressed them one by one. Then

and said, "Is the food okay, Evelyn? Calvert ordered it himself." She was Calvert's mom. If he did something inappropriate, she'd be all over

didn't like Evelyn. But she had to put up with her since Carlos

"If you don't like it, we can

you. It's not the food. Really. I can't

here, anyway." She hadn't even wanted to come to lunch, but Carlos had

"I'm sorry." Regardless of the unhappy faces

she left, Calvert caught up with her and said, "We need to talk,

in

minutes." When she continued walking away, he said, "Now!" His voice was firm, and echoed down the hallway. Calvert

in.

the private booth. "Please be quick. I really

stood at the door. "Let me guess: your

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