Take My Breath Away

Sheffield shook his head helplessly. It was not easy being the ladies' man. Whenever Matthew and Gifford were having marital problems, they would ask for his help.

He sighed inwardly and thought to himself, 'If anyone asks me for advice next time, I should charge them for my time. Maybe ten thousand a minute? Especially Matthew. Maybe a hundred thousand a minute. He'd think twice before—well, maybe not. He's rich beyond his wildest dreams. He might just pay it. Well, that's it, then.'

Chantel was pregnant now, and had to think of her child, so she asked her agent to scale back work.

She even moved out of the Li family's house to live on her own.

And it was Blair's idea.

Blair had made a deal with Chantel. She'd often take Hugo to Chantel's house. She'd also take care of her and help cook, clean, and so forth. A stress-free pregnancy was the best kind.

It was all to galvanize Gifford into doing something.

So when Gifford walked in one day, there was no one at home.

When he went back to his room to change his clothes, he made another startling discovery: everything Chantel owned was gone.

He got flustered and decided to call Chantel. Hopefully she could fill him in on what was going on.

When Chantel's phone rang, Blair was peeling walnuts for her. Hearing it, Blair asked casually, "Is that your work again?" She felt her daughter-in-law devoted too much of her time to work. The girl was tired all the time.

"No, it's Gifford." Chantel picked up the phone and was about to answer it.

"Gifford?" Blair grabbed her phone and shook her head. "Don't answer it."

"Okay." Although Chantel didn't know why Blair made that request, she still agreed.

Blair had told her in advance that she needed to shake things up with Gifford or else their relationship would always remain the same.

Chantel ignored her phone, even though Gifford called her three times. After getting no answer, he dialed Blair's number.

Blair picked up the phone. "Hi, Gifford, you free now?" she said, in a tone that indicated nothing odd was happening.

"Yeah," he replied. He came back especially for Chantel. "Did you guys go out?"

"Yes, your father and I took Hugo out for a walk. Chantel came back home, but she took off again with a handsome young man in tow. She said it was work-related. That young man was really hot, you know that? And that shirt he wore couldn't hide those incredible abs. Ah, if only I were 18 again..."

Deep down, she knew that even if she were 18 years old, she would still be in love with Wesley. 'W

The man in the military uniform walked straight up to her, a big bunch of pink roses in his arms and a smile on his face.

The actor watched her slowly take off her sunglasses and asked in a low voice, "Are you really married?"

Chantel nodded foolishly. Who else was Gifford going to give the flowers to?

"Wow! Chantel, you're awesome. Your husband is a pretty cool guy, too!" The actor didn't realize that he was the third wheel and stuck around. He was still very excited and kept on talking in her ear.

Without looking at the man beside her, Gifford gave the bouquet to Chantel and said, "Honey, I'm here!"

Chantel took the flowers, still blown away. The bouquet was so big that Chantel could barely hold it.

And they started to attract some attention. Many passers-by were envious of Chantel because of Gifford's uniform, and the bouquet of striking roses.

The actor exclaimed, "Wow, that's a lot of pink roses. You know what that means, right? It means 'you are my one and only.' You must be so happy!" He truly felt happy for Chantel.

Gifford cast a cold glance at the man who snatched his lines. "Excuse me, please!" 'This guy's a real dick. He took a pregnant woman to a hotel to talk about work. I'll deal with him later, ' Gifford thought to himself.

"What?" At that point, the actor realized how embarrassing it was for two men and a woman to stand together. He quickly stepped back and removed himself from the equation. It was their time to shine.

Gifford took out a brocade box from his pocket. While Chantel's gaze was still locked on the pink roses, the man took two steps back and suddenly knelt on one knee. A crowd had gathered, and someone squealed in delight.