True Love Waits

Sheffield could smell the aroma of toast, scrambled eggs and hash browns in the morning. Still in a daze, he rubbed his eyes yawning. He could hear someone making breakfast in the kitchen, while a cleaning lady was cleaning up the mess in the living room from last night. "Good morning, sir!" said the cleaning lady, as she nodded at him politely.

Sheffield concealed his puzzlement as he nodded back and awkwardly retreated into the kitchen. Much to his surprise, there he was greeted by a chef, not Evelyn.

He turned around and asked the cleaning lady, "Who asked you to come here?"

"A lady called in for cleaning services earlier on. I assume she is your wife?" replied the cleaning lady, uncertain as to who Evelyn was.

Since he was wearing matching pajamas, the cleaning lady simply concluded that they were a cohabiting couple.

'My wife?' The way she addressed Evelyn made his heart jump with joy. He grinned from ear to ear and said, "Okay, thank you!"

"You are welcome, sir!" The cleaning lady continued to sweep the floor.

Sheffield pushed open the door to the study and saw Evelyn sitting at his desk in her pajamas. Her eyes were glued to the screen of the laptop and her phone was propped up against her face by her shoulder. "I'll talk to you about this later." When she saw Sheffield come inside, she paused and continued, "I'll come to the company later. We'll talk then."

Putting away her phone, she stood up and pointed to the computer screen. "I was just checking my emails on your computer." There were many things that she couldn't understand on his computer. Sheffield smiled affectionately and pulled her into his arms. "I thought I was dreaming last night. Turns out, you are really here."

When she recalled how passionate he had been last night, Evelyn blushed and looked up into his eyes. "Actually, I'm here to apologize." Last night, he had apologized to her first, and then she had no chance to speak.

Now, Sheffield deliberately didn't give Evelyn a chance to speak because he knew what she was going to say. He jutted his chin towards his laptop and said, "Are you done?" "Yes, I was just going to turn it off."

"Allow me." Stretching out his arm to close the laptop, he walked out with her in his arms and asked, "Is the chef cooking breakfast or lunch?" It was almost ten o'clock now.

"Breakfast." Evelyn didn't know how to cook, so she called for a chef to come over.

"Let's go and eat first!" The couple walked out of the study together.

Evelyn stopped in her tracks and looked at the man. "I mean

so much alcohol to drink last night that he had completely forgotten about the food Joshua brought

deep breath and adjusting

the blue, a thought popped into

here for a moment. I'll be

he was served

than half an hour, the chef had prepared a simple Western breakfast, served with two

of coffee and then

the loving couple had finished their breakfast, the cleaning lady had already cleaned

was picking out clothes. Evelyn handed him a white low-necked sweater as she eyed him keenly. He

red casual coat with red and gray plaid linings. "Put this on. I'll find you a

it. However, since Evelyn

fair skin, making him appear as fair

out of the walk-in closet, one behind

on a wristwatch in the

turned to her and said,

didn't mean to." Evelyn desperately needed to

lips to her gaze and said,

whether he was just covering

then, something occurred to him. He

an image of himself apologizing to her, but he wasn't sure if it was a

you don't have to feel guilty. It was

peered into her eyes and continued,

an apology was not enough for him to make it up to