“Why did you do that?"

“To stop you from flirting with other guys. Who else was cute?"

“The older man who bought the Remy Martin,“ she replied.

"ALL right! Where's the Remy Martin?' He searched and soon found the glass. Again, he slurped it all down.

Evelyn was startled.

"What if I say they were all handsome?"

Sheffield took a deep breath and looked at her earnestly.

“I'll drink them alt."

She was stunned.

"Are you a fool?"

“That depends. What kind of man do you like-the foolish kind or the smart ones?" Despite chugging two glasses of alcohol, he still wasn't drunk.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Hmm..." She took a sip of the fruit tea to think.

"The kind of man who will love me."

He smiled.

"That's as easy as ABC."

“Really?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. She had thought that it would discourage him.

Sheffield replied with a smug face, "Just wait. I'll prove to you how much I love you."

Evelyn wasn't an innocent schoolgirl. She didn't buy into this kind of promise easily. She just smiled without saying anything.

A woman started singing the song "Flower of the Woman" on the stage.

Sheffield took Evelyn's hand and said affectionately, “Evelina, I want to go to Paris with you. We can walk along the Seine River together, drink coffee at Les Deux Magots, enjoy some French cuisine and then visit the Eiffel Tower."

In such a romantic ambience, despite her cold disposition, Evelyn was moved by his declaration of love.

But she said nothing.

Sheffield bowed his head.

“It doesn't have to be Paris... or French cuisine. I just want to be with you. Anywhere. Even if it's just walking around and eating street foods, I will still be happy. The question is, will you come with me?"