True Love Waits

Chapter 1078 Tests Of Love

The first question was so easy it felt like a piece of cake! Sheffield quickly answered, "Evelyn's favorite snack is preserved plums, her favorite fruit is mango, and among desserts, she loves Tiramisu the most. Is my answer good enough? If not, I can continue."

Just a simple response with the answer "preserved plums" would have been enough for the bridesmaids, who didn't expect him to list out so many things.

Libby raised her hand and nodded. "That's enough. Next question, please recite the bride's phone number backwards."

Sheffield was gifted with sharp memory and as such, he was able to recite Evelyn's number backwards ever since she gave him her number. He knew he was going to glide through these questions with ease. Under everyone's baffled gaze, he answered the question easily, and added, "This is no fun. Can you please ask some harder questions?"

Joshua couldn't help but ask, "Dude, did you take a peep at the questions in advance?"

One of the bridesmaids explained, "I'm certain that he didn't. We came up with these questions just this morning. Since the groom came with you, there is no way he could have known these questions earlier." "All right, I'll take your word for it!" Joshua said. Then he turned to face Sheffield, giving him a thumbs up, and said, "Nicely done, man!"

The bridesmaids continued with their interrogation. "Next question: what's the size of the bride's shoes?"

"36."

"What are the ten nicknames of the bride?"

"Eve, Evelyn, darling, Piggy, honey, my queen..." The room broke into a smattering of laughter, not to mention the bridesmaids who all guffawed loudly.

"The last question. What's the total sum of the bride's ID card number?"

"That's too hard! How can anyone expect him to know that?" the best men exclaimed in unison.

"I bet Sheffield doesn't know the answer!"

"Gifford, you're the strongest among us three. Go pick one of the bridesmaids and carry her on your back around the room three times."

fun of Sheffield, yet in less than two seconds, he gave the correct answer with a mysterious

what Evelyn's ID card number was when they had planned to go to France. While he was waiting for her at the airport, out of sheer boredom, he had written his

Sheffield concluded that he and Evelyn were a perfect match. The total of her ID

upon hearing the answer, screamed out loud,

love! It

groom to take two steps towards Evelyn. "Mr. Tang is an exemplary suitor. He has

game. One of the groomsmen will have to apply lipstick on the groom's lips, blindfolded!" "What?" Astonished gasps flew across the room as the groomsmen and even Sheffield himself

their giggling. Without further delay, they insisted, "Please pick someone from your group to play

the guys all turned their sights towards the sixth, who, incidentally, had his eyes set on Joshua. Gifford noticed the awkward silence and the weight

a girlfriend and his knowledge on cosmetics was,

forward hoping to change Gifford's mind. "No one here is more suited for this game than you. I've seen you shoot accurately with

and not him, he reluctantly said, "Fine!

artists here with us. Rest assured, you will look as handsome as ever after the game." Gifford clumsily twisted the tube, revealing a red lipstick

to Gifford resignedly, "Dude, I'm not expecting you to get it right, but please try to get it over with as soon as possible." The faster this was all over, the faster he could

Gifford comforted

snickered amongst themselves, Gifford slowly approached

look on his face, Sheffield looked at the man apprehensively as the lipstick grew closer and closer to him. Gifford didn't have to stand on his toes or crouch since they were roughly of the same height. The only problem was that the lipstick was slightly slanted. "I know that

talking about?"

"Your dog."

A roar of laughter shot

his heart, 'How dare he compare me to a dog! I'll paint

them, "I forgot to tell you that if the work isn't good enough, the

arm before he could continue. "Man, did you hear that? 20 push-ups! Please do your best to make

just 20 push-ups, not 200; why

feel Gifford's warm breath on his face. He started to feel very uncomfortable. In fact, he was afraid that he