Sheffield would make such an excellent son-in-law. How could she not seize this opportunity?

However, Debbie was thinking of Terilynn while Sheffield thought that she had meant Evelyn.

Baffled and pleasantly surprised by her words, he said, “Okay, thank you very much!" Then he poured Debbie a glass of wine and handed it to her.

“Okay? So, he doesn't have a girlfriend!‘ Debbie was thrilled. She took the wine from him, and they clinked glasses happily.

After putting down the glass, Debbie told him with keen interest, "You know what? My daughter, Terilynn is a very lively and outgoing person, but she can be a Little too serious sometimes. She's a kindhearted girl and a law student..."

“Wait, wait a minute, Mrs. Hilton!" Sheffield interrupted her.

Debbie looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"To be honest, I am very interested in your elder daughter!"

“Evelyn?”

“Yes! Evelyn," he said confidently.

Debbie didn't realize what was going on. With an embarrassed look, she answered, "Evelyn is a good girl, but she has a boyfriend. No, no. you should get to know more about Terilynn. And Terilynn is so cute."

Sheffield almost choked on his food but managed to stifle his sudden reaction to her statement with a quick gulp of water. He cleared his throat and said, “Okay, let's just have dinner first!" He decided to coax his future mother-in-law first.

The entire time, he patiently Listened to Debbie go on and on about

Terilynn, while he deliberately didn't mention anything else about

Evelyn.

All of a sudden, Debbie recalled her son, who was always cold and distant. Just spending a few hours with Sheffield made her wish she could treat him like her own son.

It was nearly 11 p.m. when Sheffield drove Debbie back to the Hilton family manor.

Like the gentleman that he was, Sheffield got out of the car and opened the door for Debbie.

“Please be careful, Mrs. Hilton."

“ALL right. Thank you for the dinner, Sheffield. I had a wonderful time. Perhaps we can have dinner with Terilynn next time!"

‘With Terilynn?' After hesitating for a while, he nodded, “Okay. It's getting Late. Please go inside. I don't want you to catch a cold.”

“Okay, bye. Drive carefully."

“Of course. Goodnight, Mrs. Hilton!"

As the sports car drove off, Debbie stood at the gate of the manor, grinning happily.