Chapter 25 Drink Too Much
Sarah
"Who are you?" Jackson, suddenly pushed aside by one hand, was seething with anger, especially after seeing me throw myself straight into the man's arms. "I'm warning you: let her go, or I'll call the police."
Shawn didn't even glance at him; Shawn’s eyes were like shards of ice, capable of cutting a person to pieces.
Fear welling up from the depths of my heart made me involuntarily grip the cuffs of Shawn's sleeves; I knew how cruel this man, seemingly too lazy to get involved, could be if he really wanted to.
Not to mention that calling the police on the Romano family's men was useless, and in a one-on-one fight, Jackson was just a problem that Shawn could solve with a single kick.
I was about to explain myself and ask Jackson to leave.
Jackson froze, finally coming to his senses. This man was clearly of wealthy, if not noble, status; his clothes alone were expensive. And me, in general...
"Don't go, I...I'll go get help now," Jackson, as if fleeing, glanced at the man's enraged face and hurried back to the bar.
Even an ordinary person wouldn't be able to withstand such an ordeal, and Shawn must have never experienced such embarrassment in his life.
This was definitely no small insult; I quickly let go of his hands and stepped back. "I swear, it wasn't intentional. I... I... I, okay?"
Thinking about money at a time like this made me feel like I was taking a real risk.
"Sarah, you have guts!" Shawn pulled me, I was still unsteady as I retreated. His usual demeanor and politeness completely vanished from his face.
He roughly dragged me, quickly headed to the parking lot, and shoved me into the car.
I huddled in the backseat, my pitiful expression pathetic and miserable. Seeing the man on the verge of a nervous breakdown cast a murderous glance at me, I didn't dare utter a word.
The car door slammed shut, and he got in, frowning. The car started and sped away.
At the entrance to the Mansion, as soon as the car stopped, he immediately got out and opened the back door.
As soon as I saw the car door open, I jumped out, gasping for air, arms and legs splayed.
The window was initially open. But halfway through, he closed the door again.
As I leaned against the car, I heard a cold snort that seemed to be at zero, and he had already entered the gate of the Mansion without looking back.
"Sir... How did things turn out like this?" Maid was shocked; no wonder Shawn was so angry. He quickly ordered someone to prepare a bath for me.
He didn't pause for a second, his face darkening as he climbed the stairs.
If he hadn't just heard me cough, he wouldn't have closed the car windows during the second half of the ride. Thinking back on everything that had just happened, he truly felt the urge to kill me.
"Sarah?" Maid watched... I entered the house, equally disheveled, and the particularly strong smell of alcohol emanating from me indicated I'd had too much to drink.
I took off all my clothes, discarded them, and slowly sank into the bathtub.
The tub was large, and the water was the perfect temperature. I could stretch out completely, take deep breaths, and feel especially comfortable.
But this comfort was only temporary. As soon as I thought about the trouble I had caused, I wanted to grab my head and bang it repeatedly.
"It's been more than fifty minutes, and Sarah still hasn't come out. Perhaps I should go in and ask..."
The servant hadn't finished speaking when Shawn abruptly turned the doorknob and opened the door to the guest room.
He approached the bathroom door, where it was completely quiet; not a sound of running water could be heard.
"Sarah, I give you one minute to come out!"
The firm tone elicited no reaction. He immediately opened the door and quickly entered.
The water in the bathtub was covered in bubbles, my eyes were closed, my body submerged. Only my white neck was visible above the bubbles, my head resting on the side of the bathtub.
Damp, disheveled hair covered half my face, the stark contrast of black and white heightening the visual effect.
Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of panic gripped Shawn's heart. He had only seen this scene once before, but his face was almost drained of blood, and his fingers were icy cold.
Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled me out of the water with long strides. The water hissed, and foam, strewn with bubbles, cascaded from my body.
As I was pulled from the water, I lost my buoyancy, feeling a special heaviness at that moment. Drowsy, even before my feet touched the ground, I vaguely felt myself being held.
A towel was quickly wrapped around me, softening the chill of leaving the water.
He carried me to the bed, and the maid, who had run up to me, also shuddered when she entered.
"Call a doctor!" he growled loudly.
Maid had never seen Shawn like this; she nodded quickly and went to call the doctor.
I stirred slightly, still unsure of what had happened. At first, I felt quite comfortable, but gradually, I felt a pleasant warmth permeating every pore, and my vision became clouded.
I felt as if I were suffocating. Moreover, the dizziness persisted, and I felt weakness in my limbs. As darkness enveloped my vision, I lacked the strength to stand and gradually lost consciousness.
Only when I was pulled out of the water did I begin to regain consciousness, drowsily, as if from a dream.
Quick footsteps continued to echo around me; finally, I opened my eyes, staring blankly at the face watching me intently, at the cold, pale, beautiful features, unsure whether the beads on his forehead were sweat or steam trickling down his face.
Shawn Romano?
I lowered my head and saw that my body was still wet with bubbles, covered only by a towel, my neck leaning against his arm.
Finally reacting, I grabbed the towel around my chest and immediately sat up, leaning back. "What, what happened?"
Maid had just brought a cup of hot tea, seeing me sitting there as if nothing had happened, wary, as if facing a great enemy, looking at Shawn.
"Nothing. But if you want to die, don't die in my house." Shawn stood up, towering over me, his gaze darkening again.
His gaze darkened, his lips pressed into a cold, hard line, and his sharply defined features gave him a particularly indifferent appearance.
I felt particularly offended. When had I ever wanted to die?
I watched as the man left the room without looking back, slamming the door.
Maid brought a cup of hot water: "Sarah, please drink some hot water. Were you feeling unwell?"
I accepted the cup, politely saying, "Thank you." I was simply out of breath, unable to stand up while washing myself, and I fainted."