Chapter 952 - Dangerous Attention

One night, Sheffield went to a friend's birthday party. It was late when the party let up. The guests were split by gender 5/10—more guys than gals. Gillian was Sheffield's plus one.
And it wasn't clear where they stood. Were they a couple? Sheffield had kissed and held her hand. But it never went any further than that.
But he did want more from Gillian. He even asked her out, and she turned him down. He didn't know whether she was trying to make him want her more, or she just thought he wasn't good enough for her.
There was a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman) at the party. Maybe 160 cm and 75 kg. She was there alone, and no one seemed interested in talking to her. "Hey, guys! I live out in the sticks, and it's kind of a drive. Would one of you handsome gents mind driving me home?" she asked the boys still at the party.
Before the boys could say anything, Gillian said sarcastically to the girl, "Get a load of you! And for you it would need to be a wide load. You think anyone's going to try and assault someone who looks like you? Gimme a break! Try walking. You could stand to drop a few pounds."
Some students laughed, some sympathized with the girl, and some were quite disappointed in Gillian.
Sheffield was very disappointed. When he heard what Gillian said, he thought she was very ugly now. No matter what she looked like on the outside, she was a hideous monster inside. And that was all he saw when he looked at her now. He held the fat girl's shoulder and walked towards the parking lot. "Let's go. I'll give you a ride! I'm sure it's on the way!"
The others watched them leave, dazed by what just happened.
Gillian realized what was happening after a while and called, "Hey! What about me? I don't want to leave yet, and you're my ride."
Then he turned his head and replied, "Call the cops. You're pretty hot, and attract some dangerous attention. I'm sure they'll protect you and give you a lift."
Gillian understood what he meant. Her face went pale.
Since then, Sheffield decided to break up with Gillian. Instead, he started hanging out with another gorgeous girl who studied in another department.
After that, Gillian started actively pursuing him. He would talk to her when he was in a good mood, and ignore her when he was in a bad mood.
At least, this was what Sheffield told Evelyn. He left out some key information, like how Gillian went abroad and worked there, along with what happened between her and the Tang family. He didn't even bother to bring it up.
"And how did you feel when you kissed her and held her hand?" Evelyn asked in a flat voice, leaning against his chest.
That was a very dangerous question. Sheffield was not about to be blindsided. "She wasn't the one, so I didn't feel anything. I was hoping, but no. With you, however, I want to jump your bones whenever I see you, let alone kiss you."
Evelyn blushed. "That's because you're a sex fiend!"
"Not my problem. But I am head over heels in love with you. Come here and let me kiss those luscious lips..." Sheffield pouted, getting closer to her.
Disdain was written all over Evelyn's face. She pushed his face away and asked, "What do you think, now that she's back?"
"Think? Really nothing. Why would I think anything about it? She may as well not have come back." Bad things would pop in his head every time he saw Gillian. He wished she had never come back.
Evelyn rolled her eyes and said, "You win. I'll buy it—for now." She stood up and continued to clear her desk.
Leaning against the back of the chair, Sheffield looked at her and his attention was drawn to her hands. "Evelyn, do you know how to embroider?" he asked abruptly. She had such delicate hands it would be a shame if she didn't have that skill.
Evelyn cast a sideways glance at him. "No. Are you still stuck hundreds of years in the past? Why would you even ask that? Let me guess: you think that all women from good families should play musical instruments, kill at Chinese chess, write beautiful poetry and draw breathtaking scenery?"
"It's okay. I can do it," replied Sheffield with a mysterious smile.
Shocked, Evelyn looked at the man who had crossed his hands over his belly. She started to laugh. "Be serious. How do you know anything about embroidery?"
It was not really considered a manly skill.
If he wasn't lying, he was the first man she had met who knew how to do that.
Sheffield raised his eyebrows and picked up a pen from her desk, twirling it deftly. "In order to hold a scalpel, I needed to train my fingers. I can embroider, play the piano, even dabble in calligraphy." He put the pen down.
"You're amazing!" Evelyn praised. So amazing!
"What?"
"You're like the perfect guy!" Evelyn put all the food he had brought back into the bag, ready to take them home.
With a bigger smile, he spun around in the chair and answered smugly, "That's right. And don't you forget it!"
Evelyn rolled her eyes at him helplessly. Then she took her handbag and walked towards the door. "I'm taking off. Sweet dreams!"
Sheffield jumped up from the chair in a hurry and strode towards her, hugging the woman who had already pressed the office door button. "You want to run off? Not gonna happen!"
With her back to him, Evelyn smiled and patted his hands. "Leave me alone! What will others think?"
Instead of standing up straight, he clung tighter to her and said like a spoiled child, "No, I want a hug. Scratch that—I want a kiss!"
Evelyn rolled her eyes and warned him, "Back off!"
"Okay!" He immediately straightened himself up, and walked side by side with her in the corridor.
Evelyn wondered what was up. Why was he behaving, all of a sudden?
After leaving the company, Evelyn stared at his sports car and suddenly thought of something. "Who was that woman in your car the other night?"
Sheffield was confused. "Which night? What woman? Are you sure?"
Since he had been with Evelyn, there had been no other woman around him.
Evelyn's tone was cold. "Still pretending? I'm sure it was you. It was getting late. Maybe 8 or 9. Some chick sat in the passenger seat of your sports car."
After looking at his own car for a long time, he finally remembered. He pointed to his car and said, "Oh! That was...
Take a guess!" He realized who she was talking about. He decided to make fun of her.
However, Evelyn wasn't in the mood to play games. "Not interested."
With that, she walked towards her car. Tayson was waiting for her.
Sheffield grabbed her hand hastily. "Evelyn, I'm sorry. I'll tell you." He opened the door of his own car and helped her get inside. "It was my mother-in-law!"
What? ? His mother-in-law? Evelyn was confused.
"I was going to have dinner with my mother-in-law. How could I not let her get in my car?" Then he helped her fasten the seat belt and smiled.
Evelyn finally realized what he meant. "You mean you were with my mom?"