Take My Breath Away

"If you don't want to let her go, it's okay." Evelyn took a deep breath. "I can understand. I was just asking."

She regretted as soon as the words left her mouth.

The thought of Sheffield's feelings hadn't even crossed her mind when she opened her mouth.

Before she could think more about it, Sheffield sent her a carefree smile. "Now that you've mentioned, I have to agree. If I don't, I'll end up humiliating you."

Evelyn's heart jumped when she heard his flat tone. She knew she had hurt him, but his tone was so emotionless that she couldn't tell what was going on in his mind.

She glanced at him awkwardly. "No, it's not like that..."

"You don't have to explain. If I don't let Dollie off the hook, wouldn't I look like a hostile person?" Sheffield paused for a while, only to give her a faint smile. "After all, she was only a child back then." He despised the phrase "she was just a child" so much that he felt his vomit crawling all the way to his throat. Sheffield hated saying it.

This was when Evelyn was able to sense a touch of irony in his tone, and she panicked. "Sheffield," —she grabbed his big hand in a hurry—"it doesn't matter. I will support you, no matter what." She paused and licked her lips in anticipation. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I just feel bad for Savannah. From now on, I won't do anything to cause you more pain."

His gaze lingered at the intertwined fingers for a long time, and his expressions melted. "Evelyn, you're my love. Of course, I will listen to you." There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes that Evelyn didn't fail to see.

She was the woman he loved the most.

He hadn't doubted the feelings he held in his heart. His eyesight darted in Evelyn's face. Was he the man she loved most?

After all, she had never said she loved him.

Evelyn had already guessed what was going on in his heart, and a flush of guilt flashed on her pale face. She didn't know what to say. Sheffield sighed and pulled her in his embrace without letting go of their intertwined hands.

"Well, I know what to do, but..." He buried his face in her shoulders. "Evelyn, I'm so disappointed in you."

Still, he would not blame her. After all, she was the love of his life.

It was Sheffield who fell in love with her first. The person who had fallen in love with someone first was destined to be humble.

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat when she heard his words. She could still hear his warm breath against her sensitive skin that made her heart beat faster. "Sheffield," —she was anxious enough to tighten her hand that interlaced with his fingers, but she didn't let go of his warm embrace—"I'm sorry. I take my words back."

Sheffield smiled against her skin, and after giving her a gentle squeeze, he took a

inuous work. At least he wouldn't have to eat and live in the lab anymore. He leaned on the wall only to flip through his phone when his phone buzzed. The frown was back on his forehead again. It was from the department director of the hospital. "We have got a patient with a complex condition here, and you need to come to the hospital to participate in the afternoon's consultation."

Sheffield heaved a helpless sigh and went home. He took a shower and changed his clothes before hurrying to the hospital.

When he opened the door to the department, everyone greeted him with a bright smile. The nurses saw him again, and their eyes brightened. "Dr. Tang, you're finally here!"

"Long time no see, Dr. Tang!"

Sheffield leaned on the counter. "You really missed me," —he sent a wink at them—"didn't you?"

The nurses stared at the flirtatious face for a long time. A hint of blush appeared on their cheeks. Gosh! He was so good at flirting. "D-Dr. Tang, are you going to stay in the hospital?" a nurse stuttered.

By that time, most of the nurses had already recovered their functioning brain. "Yes, Dr. Tang, if we don't see you, we will have no motivation to come to work!"

Sheffield straightened up and put his hands into the pockets of his white coat. "I'm not sure yet!"

"Dr. Tang," —a younger nurse paused when her eyes shifted to the pen in his pockets—"your pen looks very precious."

The corners of his lips curved up, and he fondled with the pen. "Of course, this was a gift from my beloved woman."

The nurses didn't seem to focus much on the tenderness that his voice held the moment they heard his words. "What? Your beloved woman?" They stared at the doctor in shock. "So, Dr. Tang has a girlfriend?" The young nurse's face turned gloomy after she heard that the man in front of her was in love with someone else.