True Love Waits novel Chapter 947

Sheffield could smell the aroma of toast, scrambled eggs and hash browns in the morning. Still in a daze, he rubbed his eyes yawning. He could hear someone making breakfast in the kitchen, while a cleaning lady was cleaning up the mess in the living room from last night. "Good morning, sir!" said the cleaning lady, as she nodded at him politely.

Sheffield concealed his puzzlement as he nodded back and awkwardly retreated into the kitchen. Much to his surprise, there he was greeted by a chef, not Evelyn.

He turned around and asked the cleaning lady, "Who asked you to come here?"

"A lady called in for cleaning services earlier on. I assume she is your wife?" replied the cleaning lady, uncertain as to who Evelyn was.

Since he was wearing matching pajamas, the cleaning lady simply concluded that they were a cohabiting couple.

'My wife?' The way she addressed Evelyn made his heart jump with joy. He grinned from ear to ear and said, "Okay, thank you!"

"You are welcome, sir!" The cleaning lady continued to sweep the floor.

Sheffield pushed open the door to the study and saw Evelyn sitting at his desk in her pajamas. Her eyes were glued to the screen of the laptop and her phone was propped up against her face by her shoulder. "I'll talk to you about this later." When she saw Sheffield come inside, she paused and continued, "I'll come to the company later. We'll talk then."

Putting away her phone, she stood up and pointed to the computer screen. "I was just checking my emails on your computer." There were many things that she couldn't understand on his computer.

Sheffield smiled affectionately and pulled her into his arms. "I thought I was dreaming last night. Turns out, you are really here."

When she recalled how passionate he had been last night, Evelyn blushed and looked up into his eyes. "Actually, I'm here to apologize." Last night, he had apologized to her first, and then she had no chance to speak.

Now, Sheffield deliberately didn't give Evelyn a chance to speak because he knew what she was going to say. He jutted his chin towards his laptop and said, "Are you done?"

"Yes, I was just going to turn it off."

"Allow me." Stretching out his arm to close the laptop, he walked out with her in his arms and asked, "Is the chef cooking breakfast or lunch?" It was almost ten o'clock now.

"Breakfast." Evelyn didn't know how to cook, so she called for a chef to come over.

"Let's go and eat first!" The couple walked out of the study together.

Suddenly, Evelyn stopped in her tracks and looked at the man. "I mean it..."

However, Sheffield didn't give her the chance to finish. "Let's eat first. I haven't eaten anything since last night. I am starving!" Sheffield had so much alcohol to drink last night that he had completely forgotten about the food Joshua brought over. Added to that, was a passionate night with Evelyn. So all things considered, the man wasn't lying about being famished.

Evelyn decided to make a compromise, taking in a deep breath and adjusting her mood before she went to the dining room with him.

Out of the blue, a thought popped into Sheffield's mind.

"I haven't freshened up yet. Please wait here for a moment. I'll be right back!" "Okay." Evelyn watched him disappear into the bedroom.

A few minutes later, just as he returned to his seat, he was served an enormous platter of food. "Have you been craving a good old-fashioned Western breakfast?"

"Actually I'm running late. Western food is faster to prepare." In less than half an hour, the chef had prepared a simple Western breakfast, served with two cups of freshly ground coffee.

He nodded, taking a sip of coffee and then put a spoonful of food into his mouth.

By the time the loving couple had finished their breakfast, the cleaning lady had already cleaned Sheffield's bedroom. Then she took care of the dishes and left the apartment.

Only the two of them remained in the entire apartment. After Evelyn changed into her work attire, she walked up to the closet where Sheffield was picking out clothes. Evelyn handed him a white low-necked sweater as she eyed him keenly. He glanced at her once and put it on without hesitation.