Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 955

Evelyn shook her head.

"Kiss me, and I'll show you." Saying so, Sheffield leaned closer to her.

Evelyn was used to his tricks by now. She sighed and gently pecked him on his cheek.

Sheffield's eyes brightened up. He removed his hand and smiled. "Tah da! I made it myself. It's kinda small, though," he said, a bit embarrassed. "But I am good at embroidery, aren't I?" he gloated. Evelyn stared at the hand-made pink soft satin hankie.

A pair of mandarin ducks were embroidered on it, along with some emerald lotuses, and two small letters on the bottom-right corner—ST.

'Did he…?' She looked up at the man in astonishment.

Sheffield knew what she was thinking. He nodded with a smug smile. "Oh, yeah. Did it by myself. All for my beloved woman. You're moved, aren't you, Eve?" he asked, winking.

Evelyn couldn't find the right words. She was indeed moved. She let her eyes settle upon his long, thin fingers.

It was difficult to imagine him, sitting on a couch, doing embroidery.

She chuckled, but her eyes turned red. This man always found a way to make her smile.

While she was distracted by his loving gesture, he grabbed the note she had hidden under the document.

Evelyn couldn't stop him.

He began to read the note with a grin. "Evelyn, my darling, I owe you an apology..." He looked at her and apologized directly in a serious tone, "Evelyn, I truly am sorry."

He continued to read the note, "I will make it up to you in the future. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you..."

His tone and sincere expression made Evelyn's face burn red. "Enough! Shut up!"

She stood from her chair and tried to take the note back from him, but Sheffield stepped back and kept a distance from her.

When he saw the next sentence in the note, he sighed. But that was all in the past now. So, he skipped to the end and read aloud the last words on the note. "Your dear Sheffield."

Evelyn walked around the desk and reached out her hand to grab the paper. "Give it back!"

He tucked the note into his pocket instead and pulled her closer. "Tell me, am I your dear Sheffield?"

Evelyn's face burnt hot. She hit him on the shoulder.

"Give it back to me, or I will have you thrown out of here."

"You don't mean that. You no more have the heart to throw me out like that. Why are you still pretending like you don't want me here?"

Evelyn gritted her teeth; she was so angry that she stomped her feet and tried to snatch the note from his pocket.

Sheffield stepped back to avoid her.

Evelyn chased after him.

While she was desperately trying to get ahold of him, he extended his right foot and tripped her. Caught off guard, Evelyn fell forward.

"Ah!" she screamed, closing her eyes.

Sheffield stepped forward and opened her arms to catch her.

A familiar scent wafted into her nose and she knew that he had tricked her again. She didn't open her eyes. While he held her in his arms, she put her right hand into his pocket and successfully retrieved the paper.