Chapter 27 For Now On, You Live Here
Sarah
Suddenly, he grabbed my chin. "From now on, you'll be living here. You'd better remember why you're living here. I don't like sharing my things with others, and the women I've been with even less so."
"I understand; I'll live here until the contract expires and I won't have any intimate relations with anyone," I promised.
Suddenly, my lips ached. Just as I finished speaking, his lips violently captured mine.
Shawn kissed me hard, and that deep-seated uncontrollability burst forth in that kiss.
My insistent addition of the "until the contract expires" especially fueled his rage; he squeezed my waist so tightly that I almost crushed myself.
"Sh... Shawn..." I was startled by this sudden kiss; he let go of my lips, and it was a long time before I could breathe.
My clear eyes clouded over, looking at him through a hazy mist.
My lower lip turned slightly red from the tension where he bit it, and my breathing quickened uncontrollably.
Shawn looked at me, his eyes downcast. Every breath grated on his nerves.
"Go away," he suddenly released me, taking a half-step back, giving me room to escape.
The kiss felt like I was floating on a cloud, but soon I felt myself falling from the clouds again, suddenly wary.
“Why don’t you just say that I am trapped in the clutches of a wolf and that the wolf won’t free me unless he wants to?” Before leaving, I stood at the door and told him. And immediately left before he could take any further action.
I didn't say a word and immediately left the place.
"Sir, a room has been prepared for Sarah next to yours. She has already gone to bed," Shawn stood on the balcony, nodding his head.
His handsome face was obscured by the moonlight, his eyes half-closed in the shadows, his gaze fixed on the adjacent balcony, the distance between the railings no more than a meter. The curtains on the balcony left no light, and a profound silence reigned.
He looked away and lowered his gaze to the bank card receipt lying in his palm on the balcony railing. I had signed it.
The handwriting was unfamiliar, with a hesitant spelling of the name and uneven strokes. If he hadn't received a confirmation call, then the bank wouldn't even have accepted the forged signature.
At first, my forgery had been eighty percent similar to his own, so much so that no one but himself could discern it. But now it had become unfamiliar to him.
He resisted this feeling in his heart; he was constantly trying to restrain himself because of a woman who had never truly loved him.
Clearly, she was the one trying to enter his life, but in the end, he was the one who couldn't forget her.
I woke up especially early, believing that after a night's rest, the events of the previous day would have no more unexpected twists.
i opened the sliding doors and curtains of the balcony, stepped out onto the balcony, and took a deep breath as I saw the gardener trimming the plants in the back garden, feeling rested and invigorated.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed another figure appear beside me. I turned my head to look and saw Shawn standing on the adjacent balcony, already dressed, his gait casual and elegant, one hand in his pocket, and he glanced at me only out of the corner of his eye when he noticed my gaze.
"Good morning!" I didn't dare hesitate and greeted him immediately.
A single slip had cost me ninety thousand, and I was so hurt by the expense, I had no choice but to try to please.
He didn't reply, turned, and walked off the balcony. His aloofness made me feel like speaking up was completely inappropriate.
"Sarah, your clothes are here. Please change and come down for breakfast."
I looked at the clothes the maid had brought: "Where are my clothes?"
They were new arrivals this year; I couldn't imagine squeezing onto a bus wearing clothes worth tens of thousands. Did Shawn really think YLP were just ordinary clothes for ordinary people?
For heaven's sake, with that kind of money, couldn't he stop deducting my clothes?
"Excuse me, Sarah, but sir ordered your clothes... thrown out last night."
Looking at the maid's apologetic smile, I realized that "throw away" was just a euphemism for "discard"!
"Okay, I'll be right down."
Breakfast this time was unusually quiet. I was shocked by the fact that there was more food on my plate than on Shawn's.
Not wanting to give him any more reason to complain, I decided to finish my portion, risking overeating, like a warrior resigned to a tragic fate.
Shawn froze for a moment, finally unable to restrain himself: "Is it really that bad?"
I decided to answer honestly: "Too much, I'm a little full, I can't eat another bite."
"Full, but still eating. When was the last time you ate?" He said.
I pouted. "Didn't you tell me earlier that I should finish everything?"
Shawn looked at me with obvious distress, struggled to rise for a long moment, and said, "I didn't say that today."
I was nearly overturning the table with my fork in anger.
Moods change every day. Is this man's heart as elusive as a needle at the bottom of the ocean?
"You see, your big brother is an expert at bullying people, constantly keeping me on edge. I've lost several months of my life because of it. Tony, how can you stand him?" When asshole Shawn left, Tony came for breakfast.
I, who was already quite familiar with Tony and was left alone at the dining table, decided to pour out my grievances to him.
After all, we were both in dire straits, and Shawn was constantly tormenting us. I figured he'd surely sympathize.
"Miss Sarah, you're so funny," Tony laughed heartily.
He didn't dare express his opinion of Big Brother, let alone sympathize with him.
"Tony, you can't be biased just because he's handsome. How simple he is! His mind is as deep as the sea; he constantly keeps us guessing!" I vented my irritation.
“We're having breakfast, and one day he says, "There's not a bite left." And the next day, "I didn't say that today."
Is he planning on not letting me eat tomorrow?