After whispering something to Joshua, Sheffield said to the Hilton family, “Grandma Miranda, Mr. and Mrs. Hilton, Evelyn, Terilynn, and

Matthew, thank you for your hospitality. It's getting late now, so we won't bother you. We should get going soon.”

Joshua echoed, “Thank you for your hospitality. Dinner was wonderful. I had a good time today."

Sheffield rolled his eyes at his friend. Of course, Joshua had a good time. After all, no other man was pestering Terilynn and he had the whole night to talk with her. However, Sheffield's romantic moment was foiled by a third wheel. He wanted to have some privacy in Evelyn's room, but Calvert had to ruin everything.

Debbie said politely, "Well, since it's already quite late, why don't you stay here and leave tomorrow morning?"

Both men wanted to nod their heads but they couldn't! Despite the temptation, Sheffield had to refuse.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hilton. Don't worry about us. I'll go back with Joshua."

Carlos, on the other hand, rolled his eyes at him. He surely knew what was on the young doctor's mind.

Even if every fiber of Sheffield's being wanted to stay back, he wouldn't dare to cross Carlos.

When they walked outside, Carlos had arranged for someone to drive them home because they had drunk quite a lot of red wine.

In the parking Lot

A man with long, straight legs scuttled over to Sheffield, who was about to get in the car, and called out, “Mr. Sheffield?"

His tone was polite yet distant.

Sheffield closed the door and turned around.

“What's up, Matthew?"

Matthew frowned and said, "Don't call me like that. We are not that close."

Not knowing how to respond, Sheffield shook his head, at a loss for words. 'Like father, Like son. They are both cold-hearted. Fine!' "Mr.

Matthew, what can I do for you?"

"I'd like to talk to you about something over coffee or perhaps Lunch?"

Sheffield stood up straight, taken by surprise. ‘He wants to talk to me?' "Sure, feel free to get in touch whenever you want to," he said, smiling at Matthew.

“Thanks.” Matthew turned around and left without another word.

Once the cars transporting Joshua and Sheffield left the manor, Evelyn went back inside.

Now that all the other guests had left, Calvert had no other reason to stay back any Longer. He too bid farewell to the Hiltons and left soon after.

On his way back, Calvert leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to get some rest. Suddenly, the chauffeur stepped on the brakes, throwing

Calvert forward as his forehead hit the back of the front seat.