They didn't Leave the pen until Evelyn was content.

At lunchtime, he took her to a restaurant beside a man-made lake.

Tayson positioned himself outside the private booth and insisted that they keep the door open. When Evelyn went to the ladies’ room,

Sheffield went to Tayson. He airily wrapped his arm around the bodyguard's shoulder and said, “Dude, buy yourself some Lunch. And stop staring at us while we eat. She needs some space.”

Tayson gave him a cold glance.

"I'm not hungry."

“We're all human. Humans need food to survive. Don't beat yourself up.

Relax. I can protect her." Sheffield removed his arm from Tayson's shoulder and leaned sluggishly against the wall, one knee bent and one hand in his pocket. He carried himself with ease and such calm demeanor.

"You can protect her? With what? Your brain?' Tayson thought. And he didn't think Sheffield looked that smart either.

"No. It's my job to protect her," he said.

Sheffield found him stubbornly dutiful.

“What's your terms to not be the third wheel on our date?"

"Date? When did Miss Evelyn agree to go out with this guy?’ “When you can fight me," Tayson replied.

Sheffield was amused.

“I could stab you with a scalpel."

Tayson didn't want to waste more time on him.

"Go away." He decided to go inside the room to find Evelyn.

But scarcely had he moved when someone grabbed hold of his wrist from behind.

By the time Evelyn walked out of the powder room, three courses had been served. Sheffield was leisurely seated at the table. He smiled at her and asked, “Shall we eat?"

She nodded and turned towards the door, but Tayson was nowhere to be seen.

“Looking for something?" he asked deliberately as he ladled some soup for her.

"Nothing," she said.

“Have a taste of this. It's wild pigeon soup. The owner of the restaurant just caught it on the hill. Super fresh." He put a bowl of the white-milk soup in front of her. There were a few lumps of meat in fio

It smelled delicious.

He handed her a spoon.