The either side of the car only had an iron chain. Nothing else. No doors. Next to the narrow road was a steep hill. By the time he realized what was happening, the upper part of Evelyn's body had fallen outside the car. If she fell, she would hit the hard rocks on the road.

He stood up swiftly, grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back.

He was so terrified that he accidently exerted too much strength when he pulled her in. Her head bumped into his chest, and it hurt.

She winced as she rubbed her forehead. She hadn't expected his chest to be so sturdy.

“Are you okay?" he asked tenderly, apparently worried.

She nodded.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

The driver realized what had happened, and slowed down.

Sheffield wanted to give him a piece of his mind, but when the car slowed down, he decided to let it go.

Evelyn calmed down. He lifted her foot and put it on his lap.

“I'll apply the mosquito repellent for you."

“I...I can do it myself."

She tried to pull her leg away, but Sheffield grabbed her ankle to stop her.

“The road is narrow and the turns are sharp around this area. Sit tight. I'll do it."

Evelyn didn't object this time. She watched as he opened the bottle and applied some repellent on her shoe.

She couldn't help thinking, ‘He is so careful. Is he as meticulous as this during a surgery?"

“Evelina,” she said out of the blue.

“What?" Sheffield Looked at her and continued to apply the repellent on her other shoe.

“My name is Evelina." Yes, she lied.

‘I'm sorry, Sheffield.*

There were too many awful people in her life. They approached her with diverse purposes. In the end, they all belonged to the same kind-the ones who wanted to hurt her.

She had learned this the hard way. Kidnapping, threats, blackmail, murder. She had experienced them all.

Sheffield was always trying to get closer to her. Evelyn wasn't about to drop her guard.

"Evelina," Sheffield paused and muttered.

"What a pretty name.”