Take My Breath Away

Evelyn shook her head.

"Kiss me, and I'll show you." Saying so, Sheffield leaned closer to her.

Evelyn was used to his tricks by now. She sighed and gently pecked him on his cheek.

Sheffield's eyes brightened up. He removed his hand and smiled. "Tah da! I made it myself. It's kinda small, though," he said, a bit embarrassed. "But I am good at embroidery, aren't I?" he gloated. Evelyn stared at the hand-made pink soft satin hankie.

A pair of mandarin ducks were embroidered on it, along with some emerald lotuses, and two small letters on the bottom-right corner—ST.

'Did he…?' She looked up at the man in astonishment.

Sheffield knew what she was thinking. He nodded with a smug smile. "Oh, yeah. Did it by myself. All for my beloved woman. You're moved, aren't you, Eve?" he asked, winking.

Evelyn couldn't find the right words. She was indeed moved. She let her eyes settle upon his long, thin fingers.

It was difficult to imagine him, sitting on a couch, doing embroidery.

She chuckled, but her eyes turned red. This man always found a way to make her smile.

While she was distracted by his loving gesture, he grabbed the note she had hidden under the document.

Evelyn couldn't stop him.

He began to read the note with a grin. "Evelyn, my darling, I owe you an apology..." He looked at her and apologized directly in a serious tone, "Evelyn, I truly am sorry."

He continued to read the note, "I will make it up to you in the future. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you..."

His tone and sincere expression made Evelyn's face burn red. "Enough! Shut up!"

She stood from her chair and tried to take the note back from him, but Sheffield stepped back and kept a distance from her.

When he saw the next sentence in the note, he sighed. But that was all in the past now. So, he skipped to the end and read aloud the last words on the note. "Your dear Sheffield."

Evelyn walked around the desk and r

t her office.

Later that evening, Evelyn received a message from him. "Eve, you go ahead to our meeting place first. I'll join you there. Be safe on the way."

He sent her the location along with his message. The address was to a resort in the suburb.

It was still snowing outside when Evelyn finished all her work. She was ready to leave earlier than usual.

Before she could leave, however, Carlos walked in. "Evelyn, are you going somewhere?" He was holding a file in his hand. His eyes fell on Evelyn's handbag, and she seemed all set to leave the office.

She answered nervously, "Yeah, I need to attend to something."

As the observant man he was, Carlos sensed that his daughter was pretty nervous about his sudden appearance. "It's snowing. Are you going home early?" he asked calmly.

"Uh, no... I have an appointment with a friend, Dad."

"I see," he said, nodding. "Will you come back to the office later?"

She was meeting Sheffield at a resort. "No," she answered firmly.

"I see. Well, come back to the manor after meeting your friend. Matthew's flight will be arriving soon."

Evelyn fumbled, trying to find an excuse to stay with Sheffield. "Dad, I'm not sure if I can make it to the manor."

Carlos looked at her and compromised. "All right. Go then. Be careful."