Take My Breath Away

They were outside the restaurant now. The light was dim and it was late, so no one noticed them.

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat when she saw Calvert clutch Sheffield's collar. "Let go of him! Now!" she ordered.

With the same joker's smile on his face, Sheffield released Evelyn's hand and pulled her behind him. "Get back, honey. I'd really hate for your clothes to get ruined by their blood. They can't afford those sick threads."

Evelyn was rendered speechless. How could he crack jokes at a time like this? Calvert was no pushover. This wasn't a joking matter.

Calvert moved his hands up a little bit and fastened his grip around Sheffield's neck.

Evelyn shot an anxious look to her ace in the hole, Tayson, who was hiding in the dark. She gestured to him.

Without waiting for her to say anything, Tayson walked over to her slowly and said in a soft voice, "Miss Huo, please stand aside. I don't want you to get hurt."

Worry could be seen in Evelyn's eyes. "Separate those two, please. Don't let Calvert hurt Sheffield."

Taking a glance at the slovenly man being choked, Tayson had mixed feelings.

Before Tayson could take action, Calvert was tightening his grip, intending to take Sheffield to the ground. Sheffield felt his world go black. He moved his hand outside his guard, took two of his foe's fingers from around his throat, and twisted. Hard. Calvert, unprepared for the wrenching pain, stopped his attack.

Evelyn saw what was going on. She witnessed how Sheffield had turned the tables and taught Calvert a lesson.

All of a sudden, he lifted his right leg and kicked hard at Calvert's knee. Then he retreated a step further. Calvert was knocked to the ground before he was able to fight back, nursing a sprained knee with possibly broken fingers.

With that, Evelyn went quiet.

Maybe her man was not as weak as he looked.

Seeing her brother was hurt, Rowena cried out, "Aaah! Leave him alone!"

But Sheffield wasn't done. He pounced on the man on the ground, and started punching his face. Blood flecked his knuckles.

Calvert was not a person to be trifled with. Even on the ground he was dangerous. He wrapped his legs around Sheffield's body, propped himself up on his elbow, then got to his feet, trapping Sheffield's arm so he couldn't punch him.

Evelyn got worried again when Calvert

in front of Evelyn. Resting his arm around her shoulder, he said, "Let's go. Time for bed." But he didn't say much more, wincing from the damage he'd taken in the fight.

Evelyn reprimanded, "I told you not to mess with him."

Calvert was powerful. She was really worried about Sheffield's future safety.

Even though he was good at martial arts, everyone had their own weak point. And people like Calvert showed no mercy.

If Calvert took advantage of his weakness, the consequences would be disastrous.

Sheffield bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek. Then he said happily, "I know you're worried about me. Don't worry. I'm a scourge and I'll be around for millennia!"

Evelyn disagreed. "Who even says that?"

"Other people. About me!" When Sheffield was young, many people regarded him as a scourge.

"Don't say that again." He was a great guy. Evelyn wouldn't allow him to say that about himself.

"Yes, princess," replied Sheffield obediently.

"But what did that woman say to you? That man was trying to explain something to you, to apologize. Why?" He remembered that on their trip to Elephant Valley, Calvert called Evelyn then, and wanted to explain something to her.

Evelyn looked at him with dim eyes and answered frankly, "She said I was a jinx to my boyfriend and was not good enough for Calvert. She also said I jinxed my friends." Speaking of this, she laughed bitterly and said, "She's not wrong. Besides my ex-boyfriends who died, two of my best friends were hurt too. One was disabled and the other died young..."