Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 108: Becoming an Apprentice

The next morning, Silas Sheffield took Clara Sterling to visit Mr. Warren Cheney.

Warren Cheney lived in a mid-to-high-end villa district in the southern part of the city.

Silas Sheffield prepared a generous gift and personally drove Clara Sterling there.

The door was opened by the Cheney family’s housekeeper, Mrs. Lowell. Seeing Silas Sheffield, Mrs. Lowell grinned and said, "President Sheffield is here."

"Is this Mrs. Sheffield?" The housekeeper looked at Clara Sterling.

"Yes," Silas Sheffield said, "I’ve brought my wife to visit Mr. Cheney."

"Please come in, please come in, sir and madam are both waiting for you at home. Mr. Cheney told me early this morning that you would be coming today and specifically mentioned buying extra food to entertain you well."

"President Sheffield, Mrs. Sheffield, let me carry these things for you." The housekeeper spoke as she reached to take the nutritional gifts from their hands.

Silas Sheffield handed the items he was holding to Mrs. Lowell and followed her into the villa.

As soon as they entered, Warren Cheney and Mrs. Cheney welcomed them with smiles, "President Sheffield, Mrs. Sheffield."

Warren Cheney was nearly sixty years old, with a slender build, wearing rimless glasses, hair slightly gray, appearing scholarly and amiable, exuding an ambiance of high intelligence and sophistication.

Meeting the leading scientist in the field for the first time, Clara Sterling’s eyes were filled with admiration.

"This is my wife, Clara Sterling," Silas Sheffield introduced.

Clara Sterling’s eyes shone brightly despite her excitement, and she smiled, extending her hand to greet them, "Hello Mr. Cheney, Mrs. Cheney."

Warren Cheney and Mrs. Cheney shook hands with Clara Sterling one by one.

Warren Cheney said, "Please, have a seat."

The few of them sat down on the living room sofa.

Mrs. Lowell served hot tea, and Clara Sterling softly and politely thanked her.

After a few pleasantries, Silas Sheffield got to the point.

"Mr. Cheney, my wife is studying at Crestwood University, majoring in communications engineering, and she will graduate in June."

Silas Sheffield introduced Clara Sterling, his eyes filled with pride and admiration, "My wife’s academic performance has always been excellent, and she has talent, having published two papers in top-tier journals during her undergraduate studies."

Warren Cheney’s gaze fell on Clara Sterling, his eyes filled with appreciation, "Not bad."

Clara Sterling smiled, "Mr. Cheney, you’re too kind."

The man sitting in front of her was a prodigy among prodigies.

It is said that Warren Cheney taught himself calculus at the age of ten, entered the youth class at Veridian University at eleven, completed his bachelor’s and master’s degree there, and then went on to further study at the Prometheus Institute of Technology, earning his PhD at just twenty-five.

After returning to the country, Warren Cheney taught at Veridian University in his early years, serving as a doctoral advisor, and later went to the National Institute of Science to focus on research.

There’s a saying that fits perfectly.

Being a genius is just a threshold to meet me.

This saying couldn’t be more apt for Warren Cheney.

For her, an outstanding student among ordinary people, receiving praise from Mr. Cheney was already an immense honor.

After Silas Sheffield finished introducing Clara Sterling, he stated his purpose for the visit.

"I hope Mr. Cheney can take my wife as a student."

Warren Cheney naturally would not refuse.

He asked Clara Sterling a few professional questions to gauge her foundation.

To his surprise, Clara Sterling could answer them all.

These questions involved the latest academic theories at the forefront of the field; not even masters or PhDs could necessarily answer all of them.

Warren Cheney smiled, sincerely praising, "You surprised me, your talent is impressive, I accept you as my student."

Clara Sterling was overjoyed, her face unable to hide her excitement as she stood up and bowed deeply to Warren Cheney.

"Thank you, teacher!"

After the meal, Warren Cheney gave Clara Sterling a thick stack of books and asked her to carefully go through them, marking any areas of confusion for him to explain and clarify.

Returning home, Clara Sterling still felt a bit dazed.

She had actually become Mr. Warren Cheney’s student!

This was too incredible.

She wouldn’t have dared to dream of such a thing.

Back in the day when Warren Cheney taught at Veridian University, the students he supervised were all doctoral students from Veridian University, each one a top scholar.

But those students were different from her.

They were merely students supervised by Mr. Cheney, and only she was Mr. Cheney’s direct disciple.

At this moment, Clara Sterling felt immensely grateful to Silas Sheffield.

If it weren’t for him, she might never have had the chance to meet Mr. Cheney in her life, let alone become his direct disciple.

That evening, Clara Sterling personally cooked a meal for Silas Sheffield.

Clara Sterling pulled Silas Sheffield to the dining room, pressed him to sit in a chair, and mimicked others by respectfully saying, "President Sheffield, please have a seat."

Clara Sterling said cheerfully, "You truly are a great benefactor in my life, all the dishes on this table are personally cooked by me, to thank you for your care!"

Silas Sheffield’s lips curled into a smile, "Mrs. Sheffield is very sincere; if she could be a bit more sincere, I would be very happy."

"Hmm?" Clara Sterling was puzzled.

Silas Sheffield’s deep eyes held a smile, "Could I ask Mrs. Sheffield to feed me?"

Clara Sterling’s cheeks flushed.

Feed him dinner?

This was something never done before.

However, she was more than willing to do so.

"Of course," Clara Sterling smiled gently, picking up her chopsticks and asked, "What would President Sheffield like to eat first?"

Silas Sheffield looked down at the dishes on the table and said, "Cold shredded beef."

"Alright," Clara Sterling picked up a piece of cold shredded beef and brought it to Silas Sheffield’s mouth.

Silas Sheffield ate with a smile, reached over to pull her onto his lap, guiding Clara Sterling to feed him the next dish.

Ms. Cheney passed by the dining room and couldn’t help but smile at the scene with an affectionate aunt-like smile.

Mr. and Mrs. Sheffield were truly in love.

Ever since Mrs. Sheffield moved in, Mr. Sheffield came home more often, and his smile also increased.

She had never seen Mr. Sheffield this happy before.

Nor had she seen him so intimate with any other woman.

Ms. Cheney did not disturb them, smiling as she walked away.

That night, Silas Sheffield kept Clara Sterling close repeatedly.

It seemed he could never get enough.

...

Monday.

Clara Sterling went to work as usual, almost being late.

On Saturday and Sunday nights, Silas Sheffield kept her up until the early hours.

Last night, she didn’t sleep until after two, and this morning she was groggily woken by the man again.

Clara Sterling felt like she wanted to get angry but had no outlet.

Silas Sheffield treated her so well, with thoughtful care and unconditional affection, without a single flaw.

Besides, Silas Sheffield had just helped her become Mr. Warren Cheney’s student; just for that, Silas Sheffield deserved lifetime immunity from any arguments.

Moreover, they were married, and Silas Sheffield was her husband; a man having physical needs was normal.

It must be said, Silas Sheffield was skilled, quite considerate, always ensuring her comfort in bed.

But wasn’t it said that men start declining after twenty-five?

Yet why is Silas Sheffield turning twenty-six and fighting even harder?

During the early meeting, Clara Sterling still felt a bit drowsy.

Julian Hawthorne spoke above, summarizing some work from last Friday’s business trip, but Clara Sterling listened absentmindedly, unable to suppress a yawn.