True Love Waits

Chapter 1082 Can't Get Any Rest

"Willis, Finley, come here and separate these two," Lea called out anxiously.

Acting fast, Finley ran over and grabbed Sheffield's arm to pull him away, trying to defuse the situation. "Calm down, Sheffield. It's the day after your wedding. Being angry now is bad luck." "You think it's appropriate to do this while your wife is still asleep?" Willis asked in a nonchalant tone.

Sheffield didn't move, making sure he held Kaylee's wrist tightly, her hand submerged in the hot soup. He shifted his gaze to the woman's hand, and answered haughtily, "And your point is? There's nothing going on here. My wife is an understanding woman."

"Go wake up Evelyn!" Lea told Felton, who stood at the door of his own bedroom, watching the farce.

"Just try it!" Sheffield cast a cold glance at Lea. "I told you. Disturb my wife's rest and I will bounce you out of this family!"

Peterson wasn't at home now. Since Sheffield had been too busy with his wedding and honeymoon, the old man got up earlier than anyone else and went to work. They weren't entirely sure what Sheffield was capable of, but they knew he wouldn't make a threat if he didn't have some way of following through. They decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and were quiet.

Evelyn was the only one in this house who wasn't scared of him.

Sheffield didn't let go of Kaylee's hand until the soup was almost cool.

Her hand was scalded from her ordeal. Red, and blistered and obviously quite painful.

Her crying worried Finley a lot. But he didn't dare to comfort her when she was crying because his wife was right next to him. He made his way to his bedroom, but kept looking back at Kaylee on the way.

As if nothing happened, Sheffield just walked to his room with the plate of foods in his hand. When he walked past Sandra, he handed the plate to her. "Hi, Sandra. I lost my appetite. Kaylee contaminated the soup. You're headed downstairs right? Take this down for me?"

Then, without waiting for her reply, Sheffield shoved the plate of foods in her hands.

Sandra was pissed off and screamed, "You're such an asshole, Sheffield!"

Then he opened the door to his own bedroom and walked

and sent

and lay down in the

still sleepy, but he forced her to sit up and have breakfast. The delicious smell of steamed buns hit

a glass of water. He waited for her to open her mouth. Evelyn couldn't help but complain, trying not to yawn. "Sheffield, you're so annoying. I want to sleep." She just

I am. Open your mouth and rinse." He brought

prepared a glass of water and a garbage can

She put her arms around his neck and pouted. "Carry me to the bathroom," she said like

said,

her into his arms and obediently carried her to the bathroom. He lingered, watching her brush her

some noodles. She also drank some milk. The girl was still quite tired. Finally, after he was satisfied she had enough nourishment,

she was tucked in, and the room was warm enough, he took the breakfast that she hadn't finished and started in on

Evelyn was destined not to get

about to doze off, someone pounded on the door. It was Sterling, as his bellows

heard the noise. Evelyn had just opened

was unwilling to come back and live with

walked over to the door and opened it. The moment he did so, he leaned back to avoid a fist aimed at

hit the doorframe instead of Sheffield, though not for lack of trying. Sheffield's elder brother cursed

angrier. "Damn it!

hand bandaged. Her face bore no expression. She watched the two

stood at the door defiantly. "If you can't control

her. She said you're the one who hit on her. You tried to sleep

But think, Sterling! Use your head for something other than a doorstop! If I wanted to sleep with

man.