The expression on his face changed, but he said nothing in the end. He

Let go of her and said, "Hold on a sec. I'LL change my clothes and take you back home."

“No need. Tayson is downstairs." She knew she had been too emotional, but she still didn't want to face Carlos.

Despite what she said, he rushed into his room and started changing his clothes without even closing the door. Meanwhile, he called out to her,

“Stay there. I'll be out soon. And go ahead and dismiss Tayson. I'll drive you home. Maybe if your dad can see me being responsible, he'll be nicer. I'm wearing my pants now. One minute!”

Less than a minute later, in a white sweatshirt and jeans, Sheffield walked out of the bedroom, coat in hand. He suddenly pushed the coat into her arms and said, "Damn, I need to change shoes, too. I won't be long, I swear!"

In a hurry, he changed into his sneakers and walked up to Evelyn. He grabbed her hand and led her outside the apartment.

"ALL done. Let's go."

Looking at his back, Evelyn wondered, ‘Why did he turn me down when I offered to spend the night?

Is he pushing me away? Or is he just afraid of my father? Or is he really doing this for my own good?

Evelyn sat in his car, preoccupied. She didn't want to see her father right now.

After fastening her seat belt, Sheffield didn't start the car. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Wanna go for a drive?"

“Where are we going?"

This time he didn't answer her.

"We'll be there soon."

Twenty minutes later, they hit their destination. Evelyn then found out where she was-the city's International Auto Raceway.

Looking at her somewhat overeager chauffeur, she asked in confusion,

“Are we going racing?"

“Yeah. Ever drive a race car?"

“No, never." She seldom participated in such exciting events.

Sheffield smiled.

“I knew it! Let's go! I'll take you there and put you behind the wheel!

As soon as they got out of the car, people came up to greet them

“Maestro Thompson! It's really Maestro!”

"Oh, Maestro is here! Who's the lady?"