Evelyn's hand quivered. ‘Who is with Sheffield now? He seems quite happy. Who is that woman?

Is this the reason why he hasn't contacted me for days and hasn't come to see me?’

As the traffic light turned green, the sports car sped away. Evelyn wanted to ask Tayson to tail the sports car, but they had already fallen behind two or three cars. By the time they got out of the intersection, the yellow sports car had disappeared.

The first thing Evelyn wanted to do was call Sheffield and ask him who he was with.

On second thought, she sent him a message.

“Are you busy now?"

When she didn't get a reply from him after a long time, she went back home and walked into the Living room with a heavy heart.

Meanwhile, Carlos was sitting in the Living room, going through some files. The moment he heard a noise on the door, he looked up eagerly, but when he realized it wasn't Debbie, he frowned.

“Father, why are you reading your files here?" Evelyn asked.

"Your mother hasn't come back yet." Carlos had no idea who his wife was having dinner with. Why else wasn't she back home yet?

“Oh, where did she go?" asked Evelyn.

Carlos' face soured at her words. Debbie had been acting quite secretive these days, and she hadn't told him where she was going. This hadn't bothered Carlos much in the past few days as she would be back home in the early hours. Today, however, Carlos checked the time on his watch and found that it was almost 9 p.m. and his wife was still not home yet. With brows furrowed, he called Debbie on her cellphone.

"I'm having dinner," Debbie answered abruptly before she hung up on him.

"Oh!" Evelyn didn't give it much thought, nor did she have the mood to care about who Debbie was having dinner with. The situation between her and Sheffield was still in a deadlock.

"I'm going upstairs," she said to Carlos.

“Good night, honey.”

“Good night, Dad."

Evelyn went upstairs to her bedroom while Carlos carried on working in the Living room.

Meanwhile, at the homemade cuisine restaurant, Sheffield and Debbie were having a great time. Sheffield ordered a full table of dishes, obviously to impress Debbie. Fortunately, that worked out in his favor as she always had a big appetite.

After a while, Debbie hurled the question she had been meaning to ask him.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Sheffield?"

The answer to that question wasn't going to be a straightforward one for Sheffield. He struggled to come up with the right answer because if he said that he didn't have a girlfriend, then what was Evelyn to him?

However, if he told Debbie the truth, he would risk being misunderstood by her.

“Mrs. Hilton, are you trying to set me up with someone?”

"Yes, you are right. To tell you the truth, I want to introduce my daughter to you!" Debbie went straight to the point.