True Love Waits novel Chapter 843

As Sheffield left, Evelyn observed his car.

Just then, her phone rang. It was from her sister. "Terilynn," she answered.

"Evelyn, where are you?"

"Outside."

"You can come back now. Dad is not angry anymore. Mom scolded him, and he sort of regrets arguing with you." Terilynn had just come back from comforting Carlos. Now, she was back in her bedroom, consoling Evelyn.

"I'll wait a little longer."

"Okay. Did you really go to him? It sounds pretty lively there. Where are you?" Terilynn could hear people shouting and cheering.

Sheffield walked towards Evelyn, wearing his racing suit, and he had a helmet in his hand. "Don't worry about me. Go to bed. I'll talk to you later."

"Oh, okay. Take care of yourself."

"Hmm."

Sheffield put the helmet on for her. "Get a feel of it first. If you want to drive by yourself later, I'll bring you a change of clothes."

"Okay."

They got into a racing car; several racers were already driving in the tracks.

"Hang on. I'm starting." In seconds, the car shot off like an arrow.

It was Evelyn's first time in a racing car. She clutched the rail and gnashed her teeth as she fixed her eyes on the track.

Sheffield skillfully controlled the steering wheel. Considering that it was her first time at an auto racing, he slowed down deliberately to let her adapt to the speed.

When he came to a U turn, the rear of the car slid, and Sheffield made a perfect drift.

After a few laps, Evelyn's head was messed up. Before she could see anything clearly, they were at the finishing line.

The cheering and shouting outside the car were deafening. She gradually came to her senses.

Sheffield took off his helmet and asked, "How are you feeling? Do you want to drive the car yourself?"

Evelyn shook her head. "No, thank you." She was scared. And it was dark outside; she could hardly see anything.

Sheffield stroked her hair. "Don't worry. I will be right next to you. It'll be a fun experience."

Evelyn did want to challenge herself and try new things. She nodded, "Okay."

He gave her a pink racing suit. When she came out of the fitting room, he couldn't help but whistle at her. "My, my! You are beautiful in everything. But, you look particularly dashing in that suit."

Blushing, Evelyn rolled her eyes at him. "Knock it off!"

Sheffield wrapped his arms around her waist and pecked her on the lips. "All set! Let's do this."

"Let go!" Evelyn elbowed his stomach.

Sheffield cried out dramatically, "Evelyn, you've injured me, destroyed my stomach! You have to be responsible for me...for the rest of my life."

Evelyn smirked. "Sure. Come to my house. I'll ask my dad to take good care of you." The mention of her father didn't upset her much anymore.