CHAPTER 202: CHAPTER 202: DON’T FORCE ME TO TAKE ACTION

Such a Sheila Yardley is naturally beautiful, but this outfit is fine to wear in front of him. Wearing it out for other men to look at her with greedy eyes, he isn’t that generous.

"Go change your clothes!" Caleb Grant stood up, speaking in a tone that brooked no argument.

Sheila Yardley merely glanced at him indifferently, clearly ignoring his words. She pretended to be unaffected as she swept her hair behind her ear, walked to the door, and found the high heels she only wore on formal occasions from the shoe cabinet.

Usually, her style is casual and comfortable, mostly pairing casual shirts and jeans with a pair of white sneakers; never like this.

"Sheila Yardley!"

In the past, if he called her by her full name, Sheila Yardley probably wouldn’t even dare to breathe heavily, never mind argue with him.

Now, seeing him angry, she felt a bit smug, her scheme seemed to be working.

She bent down to put on her shoes, pushed open the door, and before leaving, she stood at the door and said to Caleb Grant: "Mr. Grant, have you played the training game so much that you can’t distinguish between games and reality? Or are you so used to commanding, that you think others should naturally submit? You need to cure this sickness."

For the first time in his life, Caleb Grant was reprimanded like this by someone; he had always believed he could control Sheila Yardley.

She stepped out the door in her high heels, leaving Caleb Grant to take a deep breath in anger.

Is she really giving up now? Was she so obedient before just because she feared he might do something if provoked? Now that there’s nothing to threaten her with, she becomes unrestrained?!

Frustrated and upset, he ran under the shower to take a cold shower, and after cooling down, lay in the bathtub thinking of a strategy.

Thinking it over, he couldn’t help worrying about her running out dressed like that, so he ran to her room, found a set of clothes he deemed appropriate from the closet, and drove directly to her company.

Upon arrival, he learned that because it was the weekend, today the shop only accepted reservations, with only the first floor staffed, and the designers weren’t working.

Caleb Grant called, not getting a shut-off message, but twice he was informed the call could not be connected; he figured he must have been blocked.

Sheila Yardley boarded the city sightseeing bus alone, sitting by the window, ignoring others’ glances and watching the scenery pass by outside.

At places she liked, she’d get off to walk and browse, eat and drink, then get on another sightseeing bus to the next destination.

A day felt passed rather quickly; she felt she had never been this free, without worry or fear, her whole focus solely on herself.

Perhaps she should have done this long ago.

As night fell and the city lights came on, she saw a bar across the street and thought it would be a shame not to visit a bar dressed like this.

Though she’d worked part-time in a bar before, she rarely got to enjoy it as a customer.

She tried to let herself go, moving with the thunderous music along with the people in the dance floor.

"Hey beautiful, are you alone?"

Looking at the man approaching her, Sheila Yardley smiled and said, "I’m married, my husband will be here soon."

Relaxing is fine, but she had to keep herself in check.

She knew well the mix of fish and dragons in a bar; strangers had to be kept at a distance.

"No worries, just hang together, everyone’s out to have fun anyway; when your husband gets here, we can drink together too."

"No need, thanks, my husband also has friends here."

"That’s a real pity." The man didn’t persist, quickly shifting his target to another woman.

Sheila Yardley adjusted her hair; wearing high heels all day was still a bit tiring.

Sitting on a bar stool, she said to the bartender, "One drink, please."

"What would you like?" The bartender handed over the menu, but Sheila Yardley didn’t look and directly said, "The strongest drink you have here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Young lady with strong tolerance, huh?" The bartender said, turning to pick a bottle from a high shelf, pouring it into a glass, and handing it to Sheila Yardley.

The colorful lights in the bar illuminated the drink, making the color difficult to discern, but it looked pretty.

Sheila Yardley brought it to her nose for a smell; there was a faint fragrance, the taste seemed pleasant.

Having never really drunk before, looking at the cup in her hands, which was less than a third full, she thought she’d be fine with this amount, and tilted her head to take a small sip.

Then everything wasn’t alright; the drink burned hot in her throat, tasted nothing like the sweet aroma, leaving a bitter mouthfeel.

She gasped for two breaths, still feeling uncomfortable.

"First time drinking, young lady? Can you manage? Don’t force yourself," the man who poured her drink laughed and said.

Sheila Yardley recovered a bit, gesturing that she was okay.

After Sheila Yardley went to the bar, Caleb Grant, who had been searching for her all day, received news from a friend.

This bar was quite a way from her usual haunts; did she run so far to avoid being found by him?

Caleb Grant threaded through the crowd, seeing her seated at a high stool by the bar, with a man standing next to her talking.

Having been searching for Sheila Yardley all day, he was already in a foul mood, seeing this scene made him even more furious.

He approached Sheila Yardley from behind, directly pushing away the man standing beside her.

"Hey, who are you? Why are you shoving me?"

"Get lost."

"Aren’t you being unreasonable? I noticed the girl first; fair play, there’s gotta be an order to things!"

Sheila Yardley slowly turned her head to look at him, seemingly a bit drunk, but still able to recognize him, she hiccuped while laughing at him.

Caleb Grant gave his men a look, who immediately understood, holding and pushing the man away.

The man defiantly called out, "Let go! Do you know whose turf this is? How dare you cause trouble?!"

The commotion here caught the attention of those nearby, and the manager of the bar quickly came out to mediate, pulling the man aside, saying, "Have you drunk too much? Didn’t recognize Caleb Grant? Hurry up and leave!"

Caleb Grant didn’t have time to deal with irrelevant people and things, grabbing Sheila Yardley’s arm to pull her off the stool.

Sheila Yardley, however, clutched the bar tightly with her hands, furrowing her brows in discontent, saying, "What are you doing? Let go of me... I’ve not finished my drink yet."

"Get back immediately. Don’t force me to act." Caleb Grant’s tone and expression would make the others break into cold sweat.

Sheila Yardley, however, laughed and said, "Go back? Hic~ I can go back if you want..."

She cheerfully pointed at the bottle the bartender had poured her from earlier, saying to the bartender, "Hand that over here."

The bartender glanced at Caleb Grant’s expression, which was intimidating but clearly showed indulgence to the woman before him, thus obediently handed the bottle across.