After kissing her on the cheek and heaving a sigh, Sheffield pretended to be sad. "Evelyn, I waited a long time, but you never came over. So I came to your bedroom instead."
"I'm warning you: touch me again and regret it!" All of a sudden, Evelyn was scared. Sheffield wasn't cowed by her bravado. He wore that annoying smile that he always did, and his confidence was high.
"Actually, that sounds like fun! Will I regret this?" Without giving her another chance to speak, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips.
"Shef… field…hmm."
"Sheffield? I prefer to be called 'husband, ' baby! Or maybe darling!" He started running his hands over her, neck, shoulders, cheek.
Evelyn was pissed off. "Would you like Tayson to break us up?" she threatened.
"No, thanks. Three's a crowd!" He lifted her up and walked towards her bedroom.
She had a luxurious bedroom, with a good amount of square footage. A large bed with grey and white bedding was near the balcony. However, Sheffield was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery. He placed her lightly on the bed, and then lay heavily atop her.
In the dim light, he pinned her hands to the bed and whispered in her ear, "Evelyn, I've missed you so much. Please don't push me away. I'm heartbroken."
"No way… Ugh…" She struggled against him, but gravity was on his side.
"Eve, do you care about me?" he asked the woman under him. He sounded like he was mocking her.
Turned on, Evelyn's mind was a mess. Upon hearing his question, she simply answered, "Mmm."
"Don't say you don't care about me anymore, okay? I'll be sad!"
"Okay…"
"Good girl."
It was after nine o'clock the next morning. Evelyn's phone rang many times before she suddenly woke up from her dream.
"Ow…" Her discomfort made her frown tightly.
The pain reminded her that what happened last night was real rather than a dream. Sheffield had really come here and slept with her.
She picked up her phone from the nightstand. The call was from Nadia, her assistant. "Hello," Evelyn answered in a hoarse voice.
"Miss Huo, it's almost time for the morning meeting. Will you be able to make it? I haven't seen you here."
Evelyn rubbed her temples and said, "I got a late start. Conference room A-7, right? Go ahead and start without me if you need to. I'll be in shortly."
"Yes, Miss Huo."
After hanging up, Evelyn sat up in bed.
The bed and the floor were a mess, and there was still a trace of desire lingering in the air. Sheffield had left. Evelyn didn't check the time back then. She vaguely remembered him telling her, "There's something important I have to attend to. Otherwise, I'd happily stay here."
Evelyn smoothed her disheveled hair, lowered her head and looked at herself. She was covered with hickeys. Clearly, he had taught her a good lesson.
She wondered what the hell was wrong with him. He'd come all the way here in the middle of the night just to sleep with her and then left with the dawn.
Still feeling the night before, Evelyn sighed with profound resignation and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
Tayson drove her to the meeting. On the way, Evelyn asked Tayson, "When did you leave last night?"
"Half past midnight!"
"Oh." It was almost three o'clock in the morning when Sheffield had come over. By then, Tayson had already gone home. That meant he probably didn't know about Sheffield's visit.
After a while, she asked, "So when did you get here this morning?"
Tayson took a glance at her through the rear-view mirror but found no trace of emotion on her face. "Half past six."
"Okay." Judging by how light it was outside she figured that Sheffield must have left around 6 AM. So it sounded like they just missed each other.
Which was good, otherwise Carlos would know about the visit. If he knew that Sheffield had come to her apartment and spent the night, he would kill him.
Thinking of this, Evelyn told Tayson, "Just a thought: don't tell Dad about my private life, okay? I'm almost 30 and should be able to make my own decisions. Just tell him I said no to that."
After a short pause, Tayson said, "Yes, Miss Huo."
Horace was surprised to see Sheffield come to work so early. He said, "I should mark this day on my calendar. Why are you so early?"
Although Sheffield was pretty good at what he did, he wasn't perfect. His biggest shortcoming was that he never showed up on time. It was quite rare to see him in the office so early.
"I'm in a good mood today!" replied Sheffield frankly.
Horace was envious that he could be so enthusiastic. Patting his shoulder, Horace said, "I'm off the clock after the meeting. Aren't you supposed to man the outpatient department today?"
"Yeah. First the meeting, then the group consultation, and then examine the patients." He was busy working every day.
"Okay, had breakfast yet?" Horace asked while washing his face.
"Yes." After pulling the patient files, Sheffield looked over them for a while.
In the meeting room
Leaning against the back of the chair in a slovenly manner, Sheffield played with his cellphone and kept silent while listening to everyone else discuss Bed Nine's condition, as if it had nothing to do with him. Things were getting quite heated as they argued over what to do.
Half an hour later, they still couldn't agree on anything. Suddenly, someone asked, "Dr. Tang, what's your opinion?"
Sidell took a look at Sheffield. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, but he couldn't show it too openly. Then he said, "Right, Sheffield, give us your opinion."
Sheffield smiled, "Do the operation, of course. Do we have any other option?"
A young male doctor got agitated and said, "I'm not the only one who thinks we can't perform the operation for Bed Nine. Several of the experts in our department think it's not feasible. Dr. Tang, we should be responsible for what we say!"
Sheffield chuckled, "Of course I'm responsible. The only thing you're basing your opinion on is theoretical. Why not have a try? Maybe surgery is the solution."
The young doctor was even more excited, "Have a try? Maybe? Are you really a doctor? How could you say such irresponsible words?"
Suddenly, a male doctor wearing glasses sitting opposite to Sheffield said, "Mr. Xiang, we've never taken such a case before, and no one can be sure of the outcome. But Dr. Tang is different. He's a researcher and has been promoted to the deputy director of our department as an exception, and he studied abroad. So why not listen to him and let him perform the surgery?"
This smelled of a trap. Sheffield turned to see who said this. It was Pablo Wang. 'Good for you, Dr. Wang, I'll remember this!'
Pablo Wang's words made the whole office fall into silence, and everyone's gaze was on Sheffield.
Sheffield was young, inexperienced, and yet held an important position. There were lots of people who felt uncomfortable about it and wanted to make trouble for him.
"Mr. Xiang, I'm with Dr. Wang. Dr. Tang is an excellent surgeon. His success rate is over 99%. Maybe he can do it," another man said with a smirk.
