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!"

with a smile. Then he opened

the room, Evelyn was still sound asleep. He took out his phone and sent his

and lay down in the bed to fall asleep

Evelyn. She was still sleepy, but he forced her to sit up and have breakfast. The delicious smell of steamed buns hit her nostrils. "Leave me alone. I'll eat later," she

for her to open her mouth. Evelyn couldn't help but complain, trying

I am. Open your mouth and rinse." He

man had already squeezed the toothpaste on the toothbrush and had prepared a glass of water and a garbage can for her to spit

and

said, "Okay.

obediently carried her to the bathroom. He lingered, watching her brush

had part of a bun and some noodles. She also drank some milk. The girl was still quite tired. Finally, after he was satisfied she had enough nourishment, Sheffield

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

destined not to get much rest at

about to doze off, someone pounded on the door. It was Sterling, as his bellows of rage could be heard clearly in the room. "Come out now,

Icy rage flashed in his eyes when he heard the noise. Evelyn had just opened one of her eyes in a haze. He put the laptop aside, smoothed her long hair

Sheffield was unwilling to come back and live

he did

the doorframe instead of Sheffield, though not for lack of trying.

Sterling got even angrier. "Damn it! What did

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

face, Sheffield stood at the door defiantly. "If you can't control your wife, don't

I asked her. She said you're the one who hit on her. You tried to sleep with her? What

doorstop! If I wanted to sleep with your wife,

man.