True Love Waits

Sheffield snickered. Understandably, Matthew still didn't think of him as a friend. But he wasn't about to give up. He said, "You and I will be buddies sooner or later, just as your sister will become my wife soone than you think."

Matthew ignored him this time.

A few moments later, Sheffield added with a grin, "Since you're in my car now, be prepared to be killed." It was fortunate that Evelyn wasn't with them.

With his fingers still busy on his phone screen, Matthew snapped, "Why do you get yourself into so much trouble?"

Sheffield sighed. It was not like he was inviting trouble either. "Are your bodyguards around?"

"No. Don't you know kung fu?" What Matthew meant was, 'Since you're here, why do I need a bodyguard?'

Sheffield didn't know if he was moved or amused by Matthew's level of trust in him. He said, "There are four cars following us. Assuming that there are five people in a car, we have twenty people on our tail right now. How about we each handle ten? Sound fair?"

"This is not my business. You can take them all out yourself," Matthew refused in a cold tone.

Sheffield sighed. "Why the hell are these people after you anyway? Instead of being out in the street trying to kill people, they should be at their own homes, celebrating the Spring Festival. Such a waste of holidays, being out here, trying to kill the likes of you."

"Ouch," Sheffield scoffed. At the same time, the cars behind them picked up speed.

He warned Matthew, "Sit tight." He stepped on the gas and the car sped ahead like an arrow leaving the string.

Sheffield soon ditched the other cars. As he was about to enter the T-junction, a car rushed towards them from the right side. Sheffield immediately stepped on the brake to slow down.

He thought that the car would go straight past them, but he was wrong. Their cars were about to collide into each other, but the other car had no intention of slowing down.

By now, Sheffield figured that this car had something to do with the people who were following him.

that the car might turn over. But if he didn't do something, they would crash

in either of the cars.

avoid a huge collision. There was a loud bang and both cars stopped. His car had

time, the other cars had caught up with him, and had already surrounded his car in

didn't like how the situation had panned out. "Stay in the car. I'll deal with them," he said to Matthew. He opened the glove compartment and took out his scalpel. Handing

a sidelong glance at the scalpel, Matthew said coldly,

put away his scalpel in both resignation and admiration. "Will you at least hide under

a wuss? How useless does he

them. The men had begun to

scratch

his seat

stands in the spot which is one centimeter from the junction of the middle lines of my left collarbone

his lips slightly twitching,

the one who stands at the tip of my heart." Huh... This guy really is good

How heartless are you?" With those

twenty people surrounding him. Since he was already experienced in these kind of situations, he

leaned against the car, took out his pack of cigarettes, and handed one to the man closest

confusion. They didn't think that he would be so unaffected by their

raised his club and shouted at him, "Ask the man

looked up from the cigarette in his hand. 'They are not after me.' He lit the cigarette and

would have your heads if you

in the group exchanged looks. They had all

of that guy