"Yes!"

“Listen to you! You sacrificed a lot to be a race car driver. How could you possibly not like it all of a sudden? Rumor says you did this for a woman. That true?" Gillian and he shared common friends in the racing circles. Someone told her Sheffield gave up racing for his girlfriend and even gifted his favorite race car to someone else. She didn't believe it!

A playboy like Sheffield would never give up his favorite car just for a woman.

“If they say it's true, then it must be true

“You..." Gillian was very angry about his attitude.

Knowing he pissed her off, he smiled.

"If there's nothing else, I have to get back to work. I have a consultation soon."

“Wait-maybe we could get together Later. We need to talk."

“I'm not sure that's a good idea. We're not involved. You don't need me around. You have the old woman." He raised his head and looked at the sky. It was getting colder and colder, and steel grey clouds were moving in. He wondered if Evelyn had put on any warmer clothing.

“Old woman? She's in her early thirties, for crap's sake. She still looks young. She's not old at all," she corrected him.

"I don't care. Even if she were only three, she'll always be a vulgar old woman to me!" Then Sheffield put away his lighter and turned around, ready to Leave.

“Fine. Let's drop it. A doctor. A surgeon even. I'm proud of you,”

Gillian went on, grabbing his sleeve. After all, in her eyes, he used to be a lazy bum, just a jerk who always fooled around. Apart from his handsome looks and excellent racing skill, he had no redeeming features.

She didn't know his background until after they broke up.

Now, he looked so different and was much more handsome than before! He was so dashing in that doctor's getup that she could hardly breathe around him.

When he looked at her hand grabbing his sleeve, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"I told you. I have a consultation in a few minutes. I don't have time for this. Take care.”

“Okay. Nice to see you again." Gillian then let him go.

“But remember to go home when you have time."

“Home?" He sneered.

“I just went home and took a shower."

Gillian paused for a while before she realized what he meant.

“You know what I mean."

“Sorry, not a clue! I have only one home. That's my apartment. Oh, wait... I have another place-my wife's place. That's it!"

“You have a girlfriend?" Gillian's hands trembled.