True Love Waits novel Chapter 939

Even though Sheffield was ticked off, he could do nothing about it! "Okay. Master, I'm taking off. I really have something urgent to deal with."

"Leave? You haven't washed your face," Vernon said.

Rubbing his face, Sheffield suddenly realized the old man was right. He had to go back to the bathroom to hurriedly wash his face.

He didn't leave until after breakfast.

He felt guilty about spending so little time with Vernon, so he promised, "I know we didn't get much time together. I'll drop by as soon as I come back from France."

Vernon snorted and squinted at him. "Well...you could let me tag along."

"I can't. I'm bringing my girlfriend along, and three's a crowd. I can go anywhere you want after I get back."

"Sounds like a plan. How about the South Pole?"

Sheffield was agape. "Get real, Master. You can't swim, and even if you could, it's just too cold. I'd worry about someone your age going there. It's not good for you." 'We'd freeze to death there, ' Sheffield thought.

Vernon stared at him. "So are you going there with me or not?"

Looking at the old man, Sheffield suddenly felt bad for him. "Sure, Master. Whatever you want."

There was a glint in Vernon's eye. "Whatever I want. What a delightful philosophy! Okay, you can go now!"

"Okay. Bye, Master!" Sheffield trotted away.

Watching him leave, Vernon's boy disciple asked in confusion, "Master, do you know what he's been up to lately?"

"Humph! He's always so mysterious. I'm his master, and even I don't know much about him." Sheffield had only asked him for help when he tried to overturn the verdict regarding his mother, Ingrid. He had kept other things to himself.

The boy disciple nodded despite not understanding completely. But he didn't ask anything else and continued drying the medicinal herbs.

By the time Sheffield arrived at Evelyn's office, she hadn't gotten there yet.

He took out a pen and paper, and wrote a few words for her.

"Evelyn, my darling, I owe you an apology. I'll make it up to you. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you! See you later today! Your dear Sheffield."

He gave it another once-over. Happy with what he wrote, he folded it up and put it on Evelyn's desk.

He looked at his watch. It was already past 8 a.m., but there was no sign of Evelyn.

He used the phone beside the desk, dialing that special code to make calls outside the office, and called her, but no one answered.

But he couldn't hang around there all day. He had a meeting with the research and development people. Anyway, he could see her in the afternoon. There was no rush. So in the end, he left without seeing her.

When Evelyn came out of the bathroom, she saw the missed call on her phone from her office.

Maybe it was one of her assistants.

She didn't call back, assuming if there was something urgent, they'd ring her again.

She picked up the airline ticket on the table and stared at it, lost in her thoughts. Then she headed into her walk-in closet and started packing.

Tayson waited at the door, outside her apartment. His eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw the luggage, but he kept quiet. He took her suitcases and entered the elevator with her.