Chapter 1085 Visiting Old ces


    Without any hesitation, Sheffield devoured the dessert, and afterward he took a deep breath and patted


    his belly. "That was some seriously rich chocte! The taste? Amazing."


    "You said you didn''t like desserts. Why are you pretending to enjoy it?"


    "I like sweet foods!" Sheffield dered. Then he stabbed his fork into a piece of tiramisu in order to


    prove his point.


    Evelyn was positive he denied liking sweet foods. At least, he did thest time that topic arose. "You


    said you didn''t, though. Remember when I brought you a dessert at work, before we got back


    together?"


    "I was pretending. You wanted to get back together with me, and I wasn''t going to make it easy for you.


    But really, how could I not eat something you got me? I ate all of it."


    Evelyn''s mind wandered back to that day. "But I threw it away. That''s gross!"


    With no intention to hide what he did, Sheffield told her, "I got it back. Besides, you tossed it, box and


    all. It was still in the package. It''s almost like you never threw it out."


    Evelyn was surprised to hear that. "All right. But your assistants! They probably saw you do this. They


    must be wondering why their boss dug through the trash to find something to eat."


    "Who cares? The point is I didn''t waste anything you bought me!" He didn''t care what other people


    thought of him. He only cared about Evelyn.


    Evelyn didn''t know what to say. "Anyone tell you you''re stubborn?"


    "No. They wouldn''t say something like that. Not if they wanted to keep their jobs."


    "You''re really stubborn!" She envied his determination.


    "Thank you, honey. I''m ttered!"


    They agreed to dine on French cuisine. Sheffield made a reservation at Bateaux Parisien, the floating


    restaurant on the Seine River, in advance. in Ducasse served as the chef at that floating restaurant.


    He is the godfather of French cuisine, preferring locally sourced ingredients and a naturalistic approach


    to cooking. He''s a nine-star chef, and is considered to be among the best in the world.


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    The dinner also doubled as a boat tour. During the meal, they could enjoy viewing historic sites on both


    sides of the Seine in Paris.


    Sheffield and Evelyn decided to try the specials. Evelyn ordered escargots (roasted snails thered in


    garlic butter), foie gras (duck liver), French truffles and French steak. When she saw the next dish on


    the menu, it reminded her of the blind date with Joshua. She asked, "Honey, would you like some


    bouibaisse?" On her date, she had only one sip of the soup after it was served.


    "I''m not a fan, beautiful. But if you like it, I''ll eat it with you," replied Sheffield with a smile on his face.


    Not only didn''t he like it, but he really loathed it.


    When Evelyn ordered that dish, he had thought, ''What if Evelyn likes this? Should I eat it even if I can''t


    stand it?''


    "I don''t like it either. Forget it!" she said.


    He breathed an inward sigh of relief.


    They had the same tastes as well as the same hobbies, which, in Sheffield''s opinion, could solve a lot


    of problems.


    They were having a great time on their trip. After they left France, their next stop was Italy, then


    Germany, and thest stop was M Country.


    When they touched down there, they were met at the airport by a presidential convoy. The president''s


    security detail drove the couple to the leader''s office to have dinner with the big guy himself.


    The president was there to greet them.


    Evelyn was shocked. She wondered how Sheffield knew the president. But she didn''t show any doubt


    while eating. She was elegant as ever and answered the president''s questions politely.


    While Sheffield was conversing with the president, she listened quietly.


    Then she realized that Carlos and the president of M Country were on good terms. On their wedding


    day, the president of M Country had to skip the wedding due to his schedule. But on the next day of


    their honeymoon, he paid a visit to Carlos and Debbie.


    She also figured out that they weren''t here for the view. In fact, there was no tourism industry, nor were


    there any particrly beautiful scenic spots. Why did theye? Sheffield wanted to show her the


    ce he lived, and show her around.


    After having dinner with the president, they climbed into the limo and were taken to the ce Sheffield


    used to live.


    When she finally had the chance, she asked, "Why are you on such good terms with the president of


    this country?"


    Sheffield replied, "Two reasons. One: I have a good rtionship with his son. The other is that... I


    worked for him a few times. I worked up some weapon designs for him."


    "Weapon designs? But you design the weapons for 3D shooters and stuff. The president also y


    games?"


    Sheffield was amused by her confused look. He kissed her long hair and whispered in her ear, "I can


    also design real weapons..." The weapons he designed were practical and powerful.


    Evelyn widened her eyes in shock.


    After a long while, she asked, "Is there anything you can''t do?" He was insanely talented. She had to


    admit he was much more capable than she was, and there was much more to him than she first


    thought.


    "Of course. There are quite a few things I can''t do. For starters, giving birth to a baby..." The man


    chuckled in her ear, "I could never do that!"


    Evelyn rolled her eyes at him. "Do you want to give it a go?"


    "Not really. But I''d like to have another baby with you." Evelyn was about to turn 32. If they waited any


    longer, it would be more difficult, and possibly dangerous.


    Evelyn touched her belly and said, "Maybe I''m already pregnant." They hadn''t used protection since


    their engagement.


    "You can''t be pregnant yet. I need to work harder!" He paid attention to how she felt, and felt her pulse


    from time to time. As near as he could tell, she wasn''t pregnant.


    Evelyn pinched his hand and answered, "Let nature take its course."


    "Yes! Sounds reasonable enough."


    By then, they came to a ce quite familiar to Sheffield. "Hey honey,e here!" he said. Then he


    took her into a dirty, run-down alley.


    There were two families living there, and two old bikes were parked at the door. It looked like nothing


    special.


    "This is where I used to have gang fights. The principal liked toe around with a shlight to bust


    us. My ssmate lived in the innermost alley. As soon as the principal arrived, we hid in his house.


    Anyone who couldn''t walk, we just dragged ''em in there with us. The principal couldn''t find us, but


    someone reported uster."


    "Did you get in a lot of fights?" she asked. It sounded like Sheffield used to be a bad boy.


    With a smile on his face, he said, "Yeah. I learned martial arts in the dojo at the beginning, guided by


    teachers. I sharpened my skills by getting in street fights."


    "Okay." Evelyn had nothing else to say to that.


    "Let''s go. There''s nothing special here. Wanna see my old school?"


    "The school you and Gillian went to?" She remembered that he once said he and Gillian were the


    popr kids at school.