As soon as they left, the painful look on Sheffield's face completely disappeared. He sneered at the door. ‘You thought you could mess with me? You have no idea who you're going up against, Calvert.'

A sly smile crept up his face. Although the pain from the punch wasn't even enough to warrant an immediate reaction, Sheffield was going to make Calvert pay for it later.

In less than one minute, Evelyn came back and stood before Sheffield.

She looked at him expressionlessly and asked, “Was it fun?"

Sheffield realized that she already knew that he was just pretending.

With a cheeky grin, he pulled the woman into his arms and said, “Honey,

I just can't stand him following you all the time. This is your room and only I should be allowed to come in here. Why did you let him in?”

"Oh, I see. So, it's my fault?"

"No, no, no! It's my fault!" He quickly gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Evelyn didn't know what to do with him anymore. She pushed him and said, "We've been in my room for a Long time. We should go downstairs and join the others.”

"Evelyn," he called out.

She turned around and said nothing.

Sheffield took out something from his pocket and handed it to her.

"It's your birthday gift from me."

Evelyn cast a glance at the gift in her hand. It was a first-class flight ticket to the Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport. The departure time was on the afternoon of the day after tomorrow.

The servants were already clearing the dinner table when the two of them came downstairs. Their faces conveyed mixed expressions when they saw the young couple together.

Savannah was the first to bid farewell.

“Evelyn, I have to leave now.

I've just received a call from Dollie," she said.

Evelyn crouched in front of her wheelchair and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Okay. I'll call you tomorrow. We'll talk then.”

“It was great to see you. You must be tired now. Have a good rest."

Savannah hugged her.

“Thanks. Go home safely!"

The Hilton family had someone drive Savannah home.