Take My Breath Away

Sheffield checked the location of Joshua's phone once more. It was indeed in a five-star hotel next to Orchid Private Club.

He quickly dialed Evelyn's number. Luckily, someone picked up, but that someone was not Evelyn. "Hi, Mr. Tang, it's me." It was Tayson.

"Where's Evelyn?"

"Miss Huo and Mr. Fan are inside the hotel talking. I'm waiting outside."

Inside? Outside?

His best friend and the love of his life?

Sheffield hung up the phone and sped to the hotel.

About fifteen minutes later, he was on the 9th floor of the hotel, out of breath. He could see Room 909. Tayson was guarding the door.

Sheffield rushed over to him and ordered, "Open the door!"

After a moment's hesitation, Tayson answered, "Mr. Fan and Miss Huo are inside..."

"What are they doing?" demanded Sheffield with a grim face.

"Please go away, Mr. Tang!" Tayson answered, standing in front of the door.

Anger took control. Sheffield shoved Tayson aside, pulling on his collar. When Tayson was out of the way, the young doctor kicked the door in.

The door was unlocked, and gave way easily.

Sheffield rushed in, and what he saw made his beautiful eyes red with rage.

A man and a woman slept soundly. The woman intimately rested her head on the man's shoulder. They might be naked under the quilt.

Actually, on the way here, Sheffield had calmed himself down. Even before setting foot in the room, he knew Joshua wouldn't betray him. But now he saw it with his own eyes. What little reason he had left fled him.

He knew it was a setup. He knew that Carlos was responsible. But Carlos wasn't here. His friend was.

Sheffield flew into a rage. He yanked the covers off of Joshua and shouted his name. "Joshua! Fucker!"

Under the quilt, Joshua was in his underwear. All of a sudden, Sheffield lost his nerve and let go of the quilt. He was afraid Evelyn was as naked as Joshua.

Evelyn woke up first, unable to sleep through Sheffield's roaring.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Sheffield's scarlet eyes, and then Joshua woke up too. He felt nauseous, and had the mother of all headaches.

Before he could figure out what was going on, a fist slammed into his face. Then another bruised his ribs. "Sheffield!" Evelyn screamed.

She had never seen Sheffield so mad.

This time, he looked furious, like he wanted to kill Joshua.

Before he could open his eyes, Joshua had already been punched several times. He covered his face and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see that Sheffield's fist was about to land on him again.

Evelyn wanted to stop Sheffield, but she was wearing only lingerie.

With Joshua present, she was too embarrassed to get out of bed.

However, Sheffield seemed to have lost his mind. He punched Joshua again and dragged him out of bed.

After a while, Joshua realized what was going on. He blocked Sheffield's next punch and said, "Hold on, bro! I can explain! Stop it! That hurts like hell!"

Evelyn took a deep breath and called out, "Come on, Sheffield. It's not what it looks like!"

Hearing her words, Sheffield loosened his grip on Joshua abruptly and looked at the calm woman.

"Give me a chance to explain." Even though she had been caught in bed with another man, Evelyn still looked at him with a confident face.

The look in her eyes finally restored his senses. And Sheffield finally realized what he'd done. Without a second thought, he had beaten his best friend.

He looked at his fist and then at Evelyn. Shaking his head, he said, "You don't have to explain. I understand."

He had been too impulsive.

Sheffield glanced at Joshua and tossed his clothes to him. "Get dressed. You know where to find me," he said.

After that, he left the hotel even though Evelyn was calling his name.

At the International Auto Raceway

A race had just finished. Crews flocked to the cars while race officials were there for the post-race inspection. Every car had to go through several checks both before and after the race. Some of the cars were being rolled onto an elevated platform where two of the inspectors were waiting, fitting a long aluminum template over the nose, roof and trunk of the car to check for irregularities.

Sheffield's car rolled in and he drew a crowd.

"What? Maestro Tang, you're here. I heard you'd hung up your helmet and weren't racing anymore. Are you back behind the wheel, then?"

Sheffield unfastened his seat belt and closed the door. "Who said that?" he asked, glancing at the man.

"Mr. Fan! He said your girlfriend told you not to race again!"

"Hahaha." The crowd burst into laughter. "I didn't expect Maestro Tang to be whipped. She must really be something."

Without looking at them, Sheffield answered angrily, "Bullshit! I race whenever I want. Just try and keep me away!"

"That's great. We thought we wouldn't see you on the race track again!"

Sheffield sneered and turned around to change his clothes.

The change was done soon. He sat in his car, ready to begin. Just then, someone shouted, "Hey, Sheffield, your girlfriend's here!"

"It's true! Maestro Tang, your girlfriend and your BFF!"

"Wow, is that Maestro Tang's girlfriend? She's totally hot!"

Sheffield, who had been so angry a second ago, now seemed to be in a panic. He threw open the car door and rushed to the dressing room.

"Sheffield, stop!" Everyone nearby heard Evelyn's cold voice.

The woman next to her said in a jealous tone, "What a bitch! Who does she think she is, anyway? She's embarrassing him in front of everyone. I'd dump her, if I were him."

Evelyn cast her a cold glance and said ruthlessly, "Thankfully, you're not him. And I'd shut your mouth, since you have no chance with a guy like that."

The woman was embarrassed.

"Wow! Maestro Tang's girlfriend is awesome!"

"I'm sure she keeps him on his toes!"

Ignoring the commotion, Evelyn walked up to Sheffield, standing with his back to the crowd. She stopped less than two meters away from him and asked, "Do you really think I'm that kind of girl?"

Not knowing what to say, he closed his eyes in frustration.

Actually, he had regretted what he did the moment he stepped out of the hotel, and had completely forgotten everything Evelyn told him.

Just as everyone was waiting quietly for the drama to unfold, Sheffield turned to look at her with an ingratiating smile on his face. Without hesitation, he took Evelyn into his arms and said, "Honey, listen to me. It's all my fault! Don't be mad, okay?"

His reaction caused an uproar.

So the amazing Maestro Tang was henpecked.

Disappointed and sad, Evelyn looked at him and asked, "Your fault? If you really thought you were wrong, you wouldn't have come here." She didn't know what happened, or when she fell asleep, or how she ended up sleeping in the same bed as Joshua. But she was pretty sure it wasn't Sheffield's fault.