Take My Breath Away

Evelyn touched her cheek instinctively and asked, "Thin? Are you sure?" Recently, she had begun wondering if she had gained weight, because every time she dined with Sheffield, he would fill her bowl with heaps of food. He kept feeding her until she couldn't eat anymore.

"I'm sure! Your chin has become pointed. You should have more flesh on your face," Sheffield insisted.

"During my pregnancy, although I did yoga every day, my face became so round. My parents kept me nourished all the time. My figure remained the same, but my face plumped up!" Evelyn had refused to look in the mirror the whole time she was pregnant.

The mention of her pregnancy made Sheffield feel guilty. He put down his chopsticks, and the playful look on his face disappeared. "Evelyn, it must have been very hard for you during your pregnancy."

"Well, my parents had a harder time than I did. I suffered from morning sickness. They were so tired taking care of me. Considering what had happened during my first pregnancy, they were very cautious. They demanded I stay in bed most of the time, and looked after me personally until I gave birth to Gwyn. Oh and, it was a C-section." Considering her health condition, natural delivery was risky. So, she had chosen to have a C-section.

"You had the scars removed?" Sheffield asked, realizing that he had not seen any scars from the operation on her body. And the sex was as wonderful as ever. Nothing had changed.

"Yes, I received a cosmetic surgery after," Evelyn confessed with a smile. The operation had been very successful, and the subsequent care was so excellent that there was no trace of the scar by the time they had gotten intimate after Sheffield's return.

Sheffield held her hand in his. "I'm sorry, Eve. I wish I had been there for you. I wish I could have held your hand while you gave birth to our baby girl."

He wasn't by her side when she had gone through the failed pregnancy the first time; he didn't even know about it until recently. And he had left her without even knowing that she was pregnant with their second child. He thought he was a terrible boyfriend; he was an asshole. He could never make up for the pain Evelyn had experienced because of his absence.

"It's all right, Sheffield. That's all in the past. Besides, I'm fine now. You don't have to feel guilty." Evelyn didn't blame him. She didn't tell him about the pregnanci

But the man had gone too far. She couldn't tolerate him anymore.

Sheffield walked towards the man and grabbed his arm just as he was about to hit the woman again. He looked at the man coldly, and asked with contempt in his voice, "What kind of man beats a woman?"

The man looked him up and down, then asked the woman on the ground, "Do you know this man?"

The woman looked up at Sheffield and shook her head.

The man scoffed, "This is none of your business. Everyone in this town knows that this bitch cheated on me! Let go of me, damn it!" The man tried to squeeze out of Sheffield's grip, but in vain.

"You are divorced, aren't you?"

"So? She cheated on me! She owes me as long as she lives!" the man barked. "Three years ago, she slept with a man in that fancy guesthouse! I would never have known about it! But she got pregnant because I had damaged all the condoms in that guesthouse!"

His last sentence caught Sheffield's attention. "You damaged the condoms in the guesthouse?" 'That's why Evelyn got pregnant!' he finally figured.

"Yes, that's right!" The man pulled back his hand, which hurt because of Sheffield's tight grip. He contemptuously said, "That guesthouse over there, the Rainbow Guesthouse. I heard that a man bought it recently and gave it to his wife as a gift. What a joke!"

"The condoms you damaged—are you talking about the free ones that were in the machine?" Sheffield asked.

"Yeah! My friend and I did it! He kept watch while I damaged the condoms. I didn't think that it would actually help me find that this whore was having an affair! Fuck!"