“What woman?" Horace adjusted his glasses and looked inside the pen.

Sure enough, Sheffield and a woman were inside, feeding the elephants.

“Isn't that the rich, spoiled girl from the guesthouse? Damn! When did he hook up with her?"

He was green with envy. He had idolized Evelyn like a goddess ever since he had seen her at the guesthouse.

“Horace, does Dr. Sheffield have a girlfriend or not? He told us he didn't have one, and he hangs around with different women every day," a nurse said. She was obsessed with Sheffield and wanted him so bad.

“He doesn't have a girlfriend, but from the looks of it, he is about to." Horace had met the women around Sheffield, but he had never seen him treat any of them so patiently.

Another nurse spoke up in a snarky tone.

"I don't think so. Judging from the woman's fancy clothes and accessories, she must be some rich old man's mistress. Sheffield wouldn't want to be with that kind of woman."

Horace snorted and looked at the woman contemptuously. He wouldn't allow her to insult his goddess.

“She is obviously a high-flier. Or maybe she is from a rich family. There is no way that she is a mistress."

“How shallow men are! One smile from a beautiful woman and they lose their wits."

“And what's wrong with that? It's not anybody else's fault that you're not pretty," he retorted sarcastically. He didn't want to make insulting remarks about her appearance, but he couldn't stand her anymore.

Before things got worse, another woman mediated. She turned to the nurse, "What you said was too harsh. Horace is right. The woman does look like she is from a rich family. And not all rich-looking women are mistresses."

“Right. If she is someone's mistress, then why is she with Dr.

Sheffield? She is probably single," someone else echoed.

The nurse shut up after being criticized by so many of her coworkers.

Sheffield and Evelyn knew nothing about this. They were busy feeding the elephants.

Evelyn looked at the berries in Sheffield's hands. The elephant sucked the berries from his hand, ate them, and came back for more. It seemed interesting and she wanted to try.

Sheffield sensed Evelyn's gaze. He turned around and asked, "Do you want to give it a try?"

She nodded.

Sheffield fetched another basket. It had apples, bananas and berries.

“Let me help you," he said. He picked up an apple and gave it to her.

She took it with her right hand. He then stood behind her, grabbed her right hand and handed the apple to the elephant along with her.

He was so close to her that Evelyn's heart started beating furiously inside her chest. She tried to zero in on feeding the elephant.

The refreshing scent on her hair wafted into Sheffield's nose. Her hand was soft and delicate. He couldn't help planting a gentle kiss on her hair.