Roscoe shook off the men holding him up. He glared at Evelyn resentfully. "I'm good. Stop pretending to be kind. Think I can't afford the medical fees? Why didn't you just stay in the Huo family manor? Why did you have to leave the house and bring bad luck to people? You're a jinx! That's all you'll ever be!"
This time, Sheffield shook off Evelyn's hands and charged Roscoe, kicking him hard in the abdomen.
"Ah!" screamed his victim.
That was the cruelest kick Sheffield had ever dealt to anyone.
Roscoe, unable to stop himself, hit the wall hard and then slumped to the floor.
The people in the corridor were so scared that they didn't even dare to breathe, let alone stop Sheffield.
Evelyn staggered when Sheffield wrenched free of her hand. If it weren't for Felix catching her, she would have fallen.
"Sheffield!" She steadied herself and called the furious CEO, so anxious her voice was close to screaming. Panicked, she told Felix, "Keep those two apart!"
"Yes, Miss Huo."
To her surprise, Sheffield caught Felix and pushed him away. Felix recovered quickly and began a rapidfire sequence of blows, which Sheffield blocked deftly.
Joshua couldn't just watch Sheffield beat Roscoe to death, so he tried to stop him. "Dude, calm down."
Sheffield shook off Joshua and Felix and once again rushed at Roscoe. When he was about to kick him again, Evelyn dashed over and stood in front of Roscoe. She looked at Sheffield and said, "Stop it! Now!"
Her sudden appearance caught Sheffield by surprise. Luckily, he lowered his foot in time so she didn't get kicked.
Evelyn took his hand and said seriously, "This is seriously not cool. Keep doing this, and I'll get angry."
He shrugged her off, adjusted his clothes, squinted at her and said nothing.
Seizing the opportunity, Evelyn asked someone to help Roscoe to his feet and get him out of there.
Evelyn whispered to Felix, "This is on me. Get someone to clean this up, and I'll foot the bill."
"As you command, Miss Huo."
Evelyn turned to talk to Sheffield only to find he was already headed for the door.
Without any hesitation, she followed him and called his name.
Sheffield walked faster. It was apparent he didn't have the slightest intention to wait for her.
"Ah!" Evelyn's cry of pain made him stop and whirl to face her.
She leaned against the wall, nursing her ankle. Anguish marred her lovely features.
She looked at the man in front of her, showing sadness and grievance in her eyes. "It's my ankle. I think I sprained it."
Sheffield's heart softened.
He closed his eyes helplessly, walked up to her and gathered her in his arms. "What did you think you were doing?"
Evelyn cradled his neck and complained, "Following you. You walked too fast, and didn't wait up."
When Sheffield took her to his car, Joshua opened the backseat door for them and reminded, "Be careful."
After settling Evelyn in the car, Sheffield got out.
Then he turned to Joshua. "I'll take her home. Get a cab."
Joshua couldn't believe his ears. "Planning on burning your bridges behind you?" But after a glance at Evelyn, he conceded, "Fine. You're the doctor." He waved at Evelyn and said, "Bye, Evelyn."
"Thanks, Joshua."
"You're welcome. Bye!" He then left.
Sheffield got back into the car. He put her ankle on his legs and took off her shoes before turning on the dome light and the flashlight on his cell to check her injury carefully. "Does it hurt when I apply pressure here?"
"No."
"What about here?"
"No. I guess it wasn't that bad. It doesn't hurt anymore." It wasn't serious.
Sheffield turned off his phone's LED, positioned his fingers over a few acupuncture points on her ankle, and gently rubbed them. "You might consider heels that aren't so high."
"It's only four centimeters…" Others even wore eight-centimeter high heels.
"Listen to me! Don't talk back to me!" Sheffield's face wasn't a happy one. At first he was mad at her because she had tricked him into pouring his heart out. Before he could forgive her for that, she had tried to stop him from beating the tar out of Roscoe. And now she wouldn't listen to him, so his face turned sour.
Evelyn felt wronged. She was just trying to reason with him. And it was a plain fact that her heels weren't that high.
After a while, Evelyn took her foot from his lap and pulled his right hand over to check. "Do you have a first-aid kit in your car?" There was a scratch on the back of his hand.
"Yeah. In the trunk." He helped her put on her shoes.
"Be right back. I'll get some hydrocortisone for your hand."
"Why do that? It doesn't hurt," Sheffield refused.
A realization dawned on Evelyn—he was like another version of Carlos. She used his exact words to retort, "Listen to me! Don't talk back to me!"
This time, it was Sheffield's turn to be stunned into silence. He stared at the woman with a profound look of astonishment in his eyes.
It suddenly became so quiet inside the car it was as if even the air had stilled.
His stare made Evelyn's heart race. She hastily said, "I'll get the kit… Mmmph…"
He quickly stopped her, pressed her down and kissed her.
They were both getting hot and heavy. Hands sought each other's forbidden places. She was having a hard time keeping her focus, and obviously he had one thing on his mind.
A few minutes later, Evelyn grabbed his hand and said in a low voice, "We can't do this now. I have to go to the hospital and visit Roscoe."
At the mention of Roscoe, Sheffield was pissed. But his desire for her drowned his anger. "Don't worry about that loser." He continued to kiss her.
"I have to…" After a short while, Evelyn refused again, "How about we pick up where we left off tomorrow?" Besides visiting Roscoe, she felt uncomfortable doing it in his car. They were in the parking lot. People kept coming and going around them. It made her nervous.
Sheffield's face darkened. He held her in her arms tightly and said, "In other words, you just don't want me."
"No, it's not like that…" They hadn't seen each other for two years. She wanted him too. But she couldn't do it today.
Finally, Sheffield lost his temper. He climbed off her, opened the door and got out of the car. The slam of the door startled her.
She quietly tidied up her clothes and hair, opened the door on the other side and got out too.
Sheffield was leaning against the car door and smoking. He didn't even turn around when he heard the noise.
Evelyn walked up to him and said in a soft voice, "Look, I'll handle Roscoe. I'm going to see him now. I'll call you if there's a problem."
Sheffield just took another drag on his cigarette and said nothing.
Evelyn sighed helplessly and walked closer to him. She stood on tiptoe, trying to kiss him.
When she was about to kiss his cheek, he stopped her. They stared at each other. There was no emotion in his eyes, compared to her embarrassment. "I just need to be alone."
Evelyn felt wounded. She stood back in disappointment.
However, when she turned to leave, she was dragged back to the car all of a sudden. He slammed her against the car door, and kissed her red lips with his mouth full of smoke.
The thick smell of tobacco spread in her mouth. Evelyn frowned, but she could only let him continue his mischief.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally released her and pressed his forehead against hers. "I'll make you do it willingly."
