The journalist entered Sheffield''s high-endmunity without encountering any problems. He was confused as to how he had managed to enter such a top-grade apartmentplex so smoothly, without being questioned by any security.


    But anyway, that was not the point. The point was to not lose sight of Sheffield Tang.


    When Evelyn was done with her work, it waspletely dark outside. She asked Felix to drive her to Sheffield''s ce.


    After Sheffield had left the city two years ago, Evelyn had been there several times. But when she realized that he wasn''ting back, she had stopped going there.


    It had been almost a year since she had been to his apartment. Evelyn hesitated before cing her finger on the fingerprint scanner. To her surprise, the door opened with a beep.


    The living room was quiet. No one was around.


    When she entered the room, Sheffield walked out of the study. "Hello, Miss Huo. You''re here."


    He was in his pajamas. He had just taken a shower, and his hair was still a little wet. He leaned against the door and looked at her with a smirk.


    Evelyn nced at him and said calmly, "I''m here to get my watch back."


    "Okay. Why don''t you go take a shower first?"


    His reaction was just as she had expected. There was no need for her to pretend anymore. She put down her handbag and entered his bedroom.


    Half an hourter, Evelyn walked out of the bathroom. Sheffield was lying on the bed, talking on his phone. "What are you worried about? If I can''t beat them decently, then I''ll y dirty. I''ll show them how capable a new blooming delicate flower like me can be. They will regret getting in my way."


    ''A new blooming delicate flower?'' Not only was Joshua speechless, but Evelyn was also taken aback by what he had just said.


    "It''ste. I don''t want to waste any more time on you. I''m going to bed. That''s right! It''s healthy to go to bed early. Don''t stay upte, or you will go bald. Good night." He hung up.


    Evelyn, who was now sitting in front of the dressing table, finally spoke. "I want some pan-fried soup dumplings."


    Surprised, Sheffield looked out the window andined, "It''ste. Why do you want pan-fried soup dumplings now? You can have


    noodles are here."


    Evelyn cast a cold nce at him. "Someone misses his lesson again, huh?"


    He shut his mouth and changed his shoes. After serving the food, he ced them in front of her and said, "Enjoy. I didn''t know what stuffing you wanted, so I ordered every kind they had."


    Evelyn''s face brightened as she took the chopsticks in her hand. "Thank you," she said.


    She took a small te and ced a dumpling on it. Handing it to him, she ordered, "Eat." It was the reward for the errand boy.


    "Hm." He obediently ate the dumpling, putting the whole thing into his mouth at once.


    Evelyn looked at his bulging cheeks andmented, "No one is going to run away with the food."


    "I want to make it quick and then go to bed." He hadn''t been satisfiedst time.


    Evelyn didn''t know what to say.


    But she was in a good mood since she got the dumplings.


    But there was too much of it, and she couldn''t finish it. She asked Sheffield, who had been staring at her the whole time, "Should I throw it away or put it in the refrigerator?"


    "Put it in the fridge. I''ll fry it tomorrow morning for breakfast."


    "Okay." Evelyn began to clear the table. There were only two tes to wash.


    Sheffield grabbed the tableware from her. "Put the rest of the dumplings in the fridge."


    "Okay."


    After cing the food in the fridge, Evelyn went to the kitchen. "Is it done?" she asked him.


    "I just put the dishes into the dishwasher. It''ll be done soon."