The thought of how he had treated her in bed before made Evelyn shiver.

"Then, don't wait up for me," she said.

Sheffield's eyebrows furrowed and he pouted his lips.

"I take back my words, honey. You can teach me a hard lesson tonight!"

Evelyn couldn't believe the words that were coming out of this man's mouth.

"Go away!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Reluctantly, he pulled away from her.

Evelyn tidied her disheveled hair and clothes before walking out of the stall as if nothing had happened. She stood in front of the mirror and took out her foundation and Lipstick from her handbag for some minor touch-ups. After making sure that there was no one else in the ladies’ room, she sent a text message to Sheffield telling him to come out, just as she stepped out.

When Evelyn returned to the private booth, she tried to look as calm as possible. As soon as she sat down, Carlos said, “Evelyn, I had a discussion with Calvert about your birthday. The birthday party will be held in the manor. Your mother will be in charge of the guest list.

Don't worry, it doesn't have to be fancy, just a small gathering of some close friends. What do you think?"

Evelyn lowered her head to have a spoonful of soup. Then she answered casually, “I don't want a big celebration on my birthday. I just want our family to have a simple family reunion dinner." Earlier on, Matthew told Evelyn on the phone that he would be coming back home for her birthday.

Calvert remained quiet, thinking that despite Evelyn's earnest reluctance, she wouldn't be able to change Carlos' mind.

Much to his surprise, however, Carlos nodded his head.

"Fine. I'll have the manor decorated. You can invite some of your friends."

“Great!" Evelyn didn't argue this time.

After dinner at the Orchid Private Club, Evelyn didn't go back to the manor with Debbie and Carlos, under the pretext that she still had some work to do.

However, she couldn't find an excuse to refuse Calvert from driving her to the office. After Carlos drove away, she looked around in the parking Lot but couldn't find Sheffield's car. In the end, she had no choice but to get in Calvert's car.

Calvert drove the car by himself. Glancing sideways at the woman to his side, he said, “What would you Like for your birthday, Evelyn?"

Evelyn, however, immersed in her phone screen, indifferently turned him down.

"That's very kind of you, Mr. Calvert. I appreciate the gesture, but I don't want anything."

The smile on Calvert's face was replaced by a disheartened frown, and he said, “Evelyn, you're being a Little rude, don't you think?"

“Nothing forcibly done can be fruitful. Mr. Calvert, please give up pursuing me!"

‘Mr. Calvert. Why does she keep calling me Mr. Calvert every time?"

Calvert was infuriated. He turned the steering wheel and pulled over by the road.

Baffled into speechlessness, Evelyn Looked at him with puzzlement.