Take My Breath Away

Sheffield warned, "You have run out of time, Calvert. And since you've made your bed, you will lie in it. Tomorrow's headlines will say that the handsome Prince Ji slayed his own wrist and died."

Rowena screamed and grabbed Sheffield's wrist immediately. "Please! Don't hurt my brother! Calvert, let go of her!"

Sheffield's eyes clouded with disgust as he stared at the hand on his wrist. "Take your dirty hand off of me."

Rowena blushed with embarrassment and let go of him quickly.

Calvert hesitantly let go of Evelyn. He stared coldly at Sheffield as he told her, "Evelyn, I'm not letting you go. You're going to be my woman eventually."

Sheffield blew on the scalpel and sneered, "Everyone can dream, but not all dreams come true." He put away the scalpel, held Evelyn's hand and pressed the elevator button.

"Don't be so cocky, Sheffield. I'll propose to her soon. Uncle Carlos has promised me her hand in marriage." Calvert would take everything he wanted, at any cost.

His words didn't bother Sheffield. He kissed Evelyn's long hair and mocked Calvert, "Oh please, you are just a man who is in an ambiguous relationship with his sister. Aren't you ashamed to ask Evelyn to marry you? You don't deserve her."

Rowena's expression changed. She explained in an urgent tone, "No! My brother and I are not in that kind of a—"

Sheffield snorted, "Bitch, stop pretending! I've seen more women than you can imagine. I saw through your act the moment I lay my eyes on you. Only an idiot like Calvert will believe you."

Calvert was infuriated. He raised his fist and rushed towards Sheffield. Evelyn swiftly came around and stood in front of Sheffield. "Don't you dare touch him!"

Clenching his fists, Calvert glared at Evelyn and scolded, "Why are you protecting this murderer?"

'Murderer?' Evelyn retorted angrily, "Sheffield is not a murderer! Don't you watch the news? The forens

so that he could know her opinion.

The hues were mainly white and pink, suiting a princess. It wasn't Evelyn's style at all, but as far as Carlos was concerned, she would always remain his beautiful princess.

Moreover, she didn't really care about the decoration. She was just happy to be with her family.

Later that evening, she phoned Sheffield. "Are you in bed?"

He was elated that she had called him. "No, I'm at the hospital," he replied.

"Why are you at the hospital?" Before dropping her back at the manor, he had told her that he was going back to his apartment.

He explained, "The surgeon on duty had something else to handle, so I had to come in to perform the surgery in his stead."

"Oh, okay. I wanted to ask you—"

Before she could finish, a woman's voice came from the other end of the line. "Dr. Tang, we have a new patient. Kidney failure. It doesn't look good. Dr. Zhu wants you to take a look."

"Okay, I'll be right there. Evelyn, I have to go. Talk to you later. Good night."

She nodded. "Okay. Go ahead. Good night."

She was disappointed as she hung up. She had wanted to ask if he was available the next evening. She couldn't ask him earlier, when they had been together.

'Well, I'll just have to ask him tomorrow.'