“Where are you taking me?"

He tilted his head and gave her a mysterious smile.

“I want to show you something."

Confused, Evelyn followed him to the red convertible. He opened the back door and tucked her inside. He then got in the back seat too.

Sheffield took out the remote control and closed the roof.

When they were in their private space, he lifted his woolen sweater and showed her his bare chest.

Evelyn's mouth hung open.

There were two black letters on his muscular chest-EH.

It didn't take her Long to ascertain what it meant.

EH-Evelyn.

Still clutching on to the hem of his sweater, Sheffield kissed her forehead and asked, "Do you like it? I just had it tattooed. My hospital doesn't allow the doctors to have tattoos. Otherwise, I would have got your name tattooed on my ring finger."

“I don't like men with tattoos." She wasn't lying. She liked men who looked clean.

Sheffield's face fell immediately. He knew that he had screwed up again. He loosened his grip on the sweater and straightened his clothes to cover the tattoo.

He ran his fingers through his short hair.

"Well, it doesn't matter.

I'll get rid of it later."

Evelyn sighed inwardly. He could be so naive and foolish sometimes. She smiled helplessly.

Her smile, Like a blossom in the spring, stunned Sheffield, melting his heart.

His heart beat faster every time he saw Evelyn. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even if she didn't speak or show any emotions, she was still able to draw his attention. And her smile made him lose control of himself. He was falling in love with her all over again.

Sheffield held her close and propped his chin against her head.

“Evelyn, don't give me back what I gave you. Don't try to get rid of me."

Evelyn sighed helplessly.

“Sheffield...”

Her gentle voice was so pleasant to his ears, and it struck a chord in his heart.

"Yes?" he responded tenderly.