True Love Waits novel Chapter 814

Sheffield looked at the hands on his arm for a second and then put on a smile. "I was a little tired after the operation yesterday. I slept in."

After finishing the phone call, Sidell gave his daughter a feigned disgruntled look and said, "Dollie, as soon as you see Sheffield, you forget everything else around you. Get rid of that habit."

Dollie said with a snort, "Dad, I haven't met him in so many days. Right, Sheffield?"

Sheffield gently touched her head, withdrew his arm out of her hands and pulled out the chair for her. "Sit down. Don't tire yourself out."

Understanding his concern, Dollie sat down in the chair shyly. She said, "Sit here, Sheffield."

He sat down beside her.

Sidell seemed satisfied. "Sheffield, there are no issues regarding your transfer to the nephrology department. But the renal transplant department is short of hands."

Leaning against the back of the chair casually, Sheffield replied, "If you don't mind, please let them call me whenever they need a helping hand."

"I'm relieved to hear that," the president said.

Sheffield smiled and said nothing more.

Sidell looked at his daughter and checked the time on his watch. He cleared his throat. "I still have a meeting to attend. Sheffield, if you have nothing else to do later, will you have lunch with Dollie?"

"Sure," Sheffield replied with a polite smile.

Hearing that, Dollie waved happily at her father and said, "Bye, Dad! Leave us alone now!"

Sidell laughed. He picked up a file from the desk and walked to the door. As he passed Sheffield, he patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Sheffield, I'll leave her to you."

There was a fleeting look in Sheffield's eyes. He understood what the president meant, but he chose to ignore it. "I assure you that I will take good care of her, Mr. Xiang."

"Then, I can rest easy." Sidell left.

The two of them were left alone in the office. Dollie moved closer to Sheffield. She said gently, "Where are we going for lunch?"

"What do you want to eat?" Sheffield stood up and walked away from her.

"You like French cuisine. Let's have that."

Sheffield paused for a moment and then said, "I don't like it anymore."

"You don't like it anymore? Why not?" She remembered clearly that he loved it. He had said so only a few days ago.

"I don't like cheese," he replied casually, with his hands in his pockets.

And most of the food in French restaurants had cheese in them.

"You don't like cheese either? Steamed goose with cheese and bacon was your favorite, wasn't it?" Dollie asked in confusion.

Sheffield was already in a bad mood because he hadn't found Evelina yet. Impatience crept into his whole system as he tried to deal with Dollie. Looking back at the girl, he replied calmly, "People's likes change. Isn't that normal?"

She nodded slightly. "What should we have then?" she asked.

"I heard that there is a new course called Stewed Trotter with Plum on the fifth floor of the Alioth Building. I want to try that."

'Stewed trotter… with plum?' Dollie was totally confused now.

Sheffield turned around to look at her and asked, "What's wrong? You don't like it?"

She shook her head. "No, no. I just haven't heard of it before. Let's go."