Take My Breath Away

"Who's that? The fourth guy from the left? How could anyone be so handsome? His voice is so pretty! Who is he?"

"Don't even be talking about my husband. He's mine!"

"Is the girl next to him his girlfriend? No! I'm gonna cry!"

"Oh my God! He's so handsome! I'm so in love!"

"I don't care if he's gorgeous; I just want his number. I want to buy him a Lambo, a Ferrari, a Rolls Royce and a Bentley too. Anyone have his number?"

The song hadn't even finished playing, and yet there were more than 500 comments already.

Evelyn didn't care about all that. She wasn't seeing the same thing everyone else was. All she could see was the girl next to Sheffield—it was Dollie. While Sheffield sang, Dollie fixed her eyes on him, as if he was the center of her attention.

Scrolling through all the comments, including the ones that were only hearts, Terilynn turned to her sister. "Sheffield's so amazing! You think Dollie is really his girlfriend? Maybe she is. Wherever he goes, she'll be there with him."

"I don't know." Evelyn stared at the pen in her hand, deep in thought.

"You know something, Eve? One day I saw Sheffield and Joshua kissing and laughing together, but Joshua kept explaining to me that it wasn't what I thought. But they were kissing. Do you think they're an item or not?"

"No!" Evelyn answered firmly.

"How do you know?"

Evelyn lowered her head and looked at the documents on the desk. After a short pause, she found an excuse and answered, "He's a playboy. Men like him don't like men."

"Oh... Joshua said Sheffield never got your number. You two know each other? Why did he want your number?" Terilynn asked Evelyn a lot of questions.

It occurred to Evelyn that Terilynn seemed to be crushing on Sheffield. She reminded her, "I'd stay away from him if I were you. He's a playboy. He'll break your heart."

"I know. He's totally not my type. Don't worry, Eve!"

"Good to know." Evelyn heaved a sigh of relief.

Eventually, night fell. Evelyn collected her documents and left the office.

When she arrived at the entrance, she saw the same car she'd been seeing out her office window all this time. As soon as she left the building, the car zoomed over and stopped in front of her. It was Sheffield. Faster than Tayson, apparently.

With the car window rolled down, a handsome face came into view. "Hey, Eve! We meet again!"

Giving him a cold glance, Evelyn turned her head to look at the Bentley Tayson was driving, and walked towards it without a word.

Sheffield immediately opened the door and got out of the car. He blocked her way and flashed that cheeky grin of his. "Come on now, don't leave yet. Could we do dinner?"

Pretending not to hear him, Evelyn walked past him. Tayson already got out of the Bentley and opened the back door for her.

Sheffield was confused by Evelyn's reaction. He had a bad feeling now.

'Is she in a bad mood? Why?'

Before she could get in, Sheffield ran to her and stopped her again. He took out something from his pocket and handed it to her. "Plum candies. Have some. They're good."

"Get out of the way!" Evelyn ordered coldly.

"You are angry!" said Sheffield firmly, grabbing her arm.

'Smart man, he knows I'm mad, ' she thought. A dash of sarcasm painted across her lips. "None of your business. Do I even know you?"

Now, Sheffield was not only sure that Evelyn was angry, but also realized she was angry with him. 'What did I do to piss her off?' he wondered. 'Did Terilynn tell her what she saw the other day?'

"No, Evelyn. Joshua and I are not—"

"Mr. Tang, please let go of me, or I'll call security,"

Evelyn threatened.

Not wanting to push her too hard, he loosened his grip.

After Evelyn got in her car, Sheffield approached the man who closed her door for her, and asked in a low voice, "What did I do?"

"If it makes you feel any better, I have no clue. That's above my pay grade," Tayson answered in a neither humble nor pushy manner.

The car left, leaving Sheffield alone in front of the company building. But he didn't stay long. He climbed back into his car and followed the Bentley.

Inside the Bentley T

aking a look at Evelyn in the rearview mirror, Tayson hesitated for a bit and said, "Miss Huo, I think he's following us."

Evelyn didn't respond. She knew who he meant.

When they came to an intersection, she suddenly ordered, "Head back to my place."

"Yes, Miss Huo."

Sheffield's car was stopped at the entrance of Evelyn's community. He sat in the car, watching Evelyn's vehicle drive in.

Turning the car around and pulling over, he rolled down the window, cast his gaze in the direction of the gate, and lit a cigarette.

He chain smoked, one after the other; then he finally got bored and left.

At a wine-tasting party in Riverside Maple Hotel

The host of the wine-tasting party was the boss of a foreign-owned enterprise. He was a Frenchman and what he loved most in life was red wine.

He had invited many important figures in Y City to his party.

At the party, people were talking and laughing, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol.

When Sheffield arrived at the hotel, he got a call from Joshua, who wasn't there yet. "Hey bro, are you at the wine-tasting party?" Joshua asked.

"Of course!" Sheffield released Dollie's hand and walked to a quiet corner so he could talk.

"I'm heading there too."

"I know!"

Joshua looked at the silent woman next to him. He wanted to tell Sheffield that he was going to the party with Evelyn, but he wasn't going to say that in front of her. "Okay. See you later."

"See you."

After hanging up, Joshua was immersed in thought, playing with his phone.

He had planned to invite Terilynn to go to the wine-tasting party with him tonight, but before he could do that, Darius called him and told him to take Evelyn instead.

That was all because Evelyn needed a plus one.

Joshua was not happy. 'Seriously, Dad? Tons of guys want to go with her. Why can't she ask one?' He blamed it on the parents of both families. They always meddled. They wanted to create opportunities for the two of them.

But, their efforts would be in vain.

By the time Joshua and Evelyn arrived at the venue, Sheffield was in the bathroom. So he missed all the commotion she caused.

When he came back to the party, Dollie was looking for him. "Sheffield, I want to buy a bottle of red wine for Dad. I've settled on three. Which one is best?"

Sheffield looked around and said, "Let me pick one for you!"

"Okay. I—" Dollie was about to say something when a woman approached them. An idea popped into her mind. Suddenly she frowned and looked at Sheffield. "My ear hurts, Sheffield. Could you have a look and see what's going on?"

"Ear? Which one?"

"This one!" But Dollie didn't move. She just pointed at her left ear.