"No."

“What about here?"

"No. I guess it wasn't that bad. It doesn't hurt anymore." It wasn't serious.

Sheffield turned off his phone's LED, positioned his fingers over a few acupuncture points on her ankle, and gently rubbed them.

"You might consider heels that aren't so high."

“It's only four centimeters..." Others even wore eight-centimeter high heels.

“Listen to me! Don't talk back to me!" Sheffield's face wasn't a happy one. At first he was mad at her because she had tricked him into pouring his heart out. Before he could forgive her for that, she had tried to stop him from beating the tar out of Roscoe. And now she wouldn't Listen to him, so his face turned sour.

Evelyn felt wronged. She was just trying to reason with him. And it was a plain fact that her heels weren't that high.

After a while, Evelyn took her foot from his lap and pulled his right hand over to check.

"Do you have a first-aid kit in your car?" There was a scratch on the back of his hand.

“Yeah. In the trunk." He helped her put on her shoes.

"Be right back. I'LL get some hydrocortisone for your hand."

“Why do that? It doesn't hurt," Sheffield refused.

A realization dawned on Evelyn-he was Like another version of Carlos.

She used his exact words to retort, "Listen to me! Don't talk back to me!"

This time, it was Sheffield's turn to be stunned into silence. He stared at the woman with a profound look of astonishment in his eyes.

It suddenly became so quiet inside the car it was as if even the air had stilled.

His stare made Evelyn's heart race. She hastily said, "I'll get the kit... Mmmph..."

He quickly stopped her, pressed her down and kissed her

They were both getting hot and heavy. Hands sought each other's forbidden places. She was having a hard time keeping her focus, and obviously he had one thing on his mind.

A few minutes later, Evelyn grabbed his hand and said in a low voice,

“We can't do this now. I have to go to the hospital and visit Roscoe."

At the mention of Roscoe, Sheffield was pissed. But his desire for her drowned his anger.

“Don't worry about that loser." He continued to kiss her.

“I have to..." After a short while, Evelyn refused again, “How about we pick up where we Left off tomorrow?" Besides visiting Roscoe, she felt uncomfortable doing it in his car. They were in the parking Lot. People kept coming and going around them. It made her nervous.