“Did I say something to upset you?" he asked with a frown.

Maintaining an expressionless face, Evelyn said, “No. I just think you're too frivolous. We just met, but you've already kissed me without my consent and forced me to hold hands. I hate such behavior."

Sheffield's mouth fell open. ‘She was fine just a moment ago, wasn't she?' “All right, Evelina. If you don't like it, I won't touch you anymore. Don't be mad at me, okay?”

Evelyn stopped walking all of a sudden, but Sheffield didn't notice.

Unawares, he kept moving forward while saying, "I accept my mistakes.

Don't be angry now... Eh? Evelina?"

He turned around and looked for her. She was standing a few steps behind, staring at him.

He walked back and asked cautiously, “If you don't want to walk with me, I will go ahead and you can follow behind. Or would you Like to go first?"

Evelyn ran her fingers through her hair.

"Sheffield," she said in a cold voice.

“Yes?”

“Don't bother me anymore."

Sheffield froze. It was heartbreaking to be rejected completely.

He nodded without hesitation. In the next three seconds, he adjusted his mood and waved to Tayson, who was in the crowd.

"I'm Leaving."

Tayson walked closer to Evelyn.

“Be careful. Go home early. I'll leave you be," Sheffield told her with a sad smile.

Then, he really left.

Evelyn watched him walk away, feeling dejected.

It was almost ten o'clock at night when Evelyn got back to the guesthouse. She walked through the entrance, but didn't notice the person sitting at the window on the third floor.

Tayson, however, saw the man. A sly grin appeared on Sheffield's face as he raised one of his eyebrows at him.

Casting him a cold glance, Tayson followed Evelyn into the guesthouse.

As soon as they were out of sight, the smile on Sheffield's face disappeared. He picked up the glass of wine on the window frame and gulped it down.

He looked at the sky and then at the empty glass in his hand. He couldn't believe what he had gone through.

He should have been out there, having fun. But now, he was sitting by the Lone window, drowning his sorrows in alcohol.