Chapter 108 I Have No Sexual Ability Anymore
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In just a short time.
Sherry still hadn't heard Armando's answer.
Her heart sank slightly, her voice trembling, "Is this question so hard to answer? If you've changed your mind, just say it!"
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Armando turned around. He looked at Sherry and said coldly, "I've lost my sexual function."
Sherry's face, which had been sad, tearful, and angry, suddenly froze.
Then she suddenly laughed, "You don't need to use that kind of excuse to lie to me."
How could a perfectly healthy person suddenly lose their sexual function?
Who was he kidding!
Armando's expression was bland as he just looked at Sherry. "I'm sorry."
Sherry stared intently into his eyes, trying to find traces of deception.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
Armando had been about to take a shower, but now he didn't go. He went to get his lighter and lit a cigarette, looking somewhat dejected. "Really."
He smoked, his tone indifferent. "We're just engaged now. If you want to back out, there's still time."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Sherry's eyes turned red. She didn't believe it.
She suddenly got out of bed, ran to the sofa, and knelt between Armando's legs.
She reached for Armando's waistband.
Armando grabbed Sherry's hand, his face cold and gloomy. "What are you doing?"
She looked up at him silently. "Unless I see it with my own eyes, I won't believe it."
She said through gritted teeth.
Armando looked at Sherry's determined expression and let go of her hand.
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Sherry was suddenly notified this morning that she needed to rush to record a makeup episode.
In the afternoon, their family of three was supposed to go on vacation.
Della complained with some dissatisfaction, "What's so great about Jessa? Why do all the judges praise her? You sang pretty well too, but they still made you do a makeup recording."
"And she's really funny—she's not even a big star, but she has two bodyguards following her around."
Sherry checked her makeup—no touch-up needed. She frowned, thinking about Armando's situation, not really listening to Della's complaints.
"Sherry, what are you thinking about? You're spacing out?" Della stopped complaining and sat down on the sofa to ask.
"Thinking about Armando."
"I get it. You two just got engaged not long ago, so you're in the honeymoon phase. You can go back after the recording."
Della teased her.
Sherry didn't know if she was being paranoid, but this time she decided to ask Della's opinion. "We haven't had sex in a long time, can you believe it? Not even on our engagement day."
"Last night I couldn't help asking him if he'd changed his mind."
After hearing Sherry's words, Della was also stunned. "And then? Did you get an answer?"
Sherry frowned. "He said he's lost his sexual function."
"What?" Della stumbled over her words. "No way, really?"
"You don't believe it either, right? I don't believe it either. Last night I wanted to test whether what he said was true or false, but Sloane suddenly started crying in the middle of the night, so we went to check on Sloane."
Della actually didn't really believe Armando had changed his mind. "He even divorced Elizabeth for you, so he probably wouldn't change his mind, right?"
When Sherry heard Elizabeth's name, her face turned cold.
Only Sherry knew that he definitely still had feelings for Elizabeth, otherwise he wouldn't subconsciously keep things Elizabeth had bought.
Women were always sensitive about these things.
But what made Sherry feel superior now was that she was currently Armando's wife, the lady of the Johnson Group.
And Elizabeth's personality was too calm and strong-willed—she was destined to choose to leave Armando.
Della thought for a moment and suggested, "Aren't your family of three going on vacation next? Why don't you try again then?"
Sherry nodded. She had the same plan.
A staff member came to knock on the dressing room door, notifying her to go record the show.
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TechStrong lunch break.
"So the reason Ms. Penrose took leave was because she got arrested! She doesn't really seem like such a vicious person."
Someone couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you talking about? Did you forget the company announcement? We can't discuss colleagues' private matters."
Ingrid covered her mouth and laughed. "I'm planning to resign anyway. I won't be working at TechStrong in the future, so I'm not afraid. I heard Elizabeth killed someone and got arrested."
"Really? Who did she kill? That's so scary."
"I heard she killed an old man," Ingrid said dismissively. "Only you guys think Ms. Penrose is a good person. She could even send her own mother to prison—she's ruthless."
Several colleagues listened thoughtfully.
Just thinking that their colleague was such a vicious murderer made them shudder.
Ingrid turned and left after speaking. Once she finished this task, she could get a sum of money and wouldn't need to work anymore. How great.
She was just saying a few words—it wasn't anything harmful, and besides, it was true anyway.
Ingrid submitted her resignation letter, packed up her things, and left directly without waiting for her supervisor's approval.
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Carlton Hotel.
After sleeping through the night, Elizabeth woke up with her spirits somewhat restored, though her lower abdomen still ached faintly.
As she was brushing her hair, Timothy walked into the bedroom.
Elizabeth turned around.
He was holding a document envelope. "Elizabeth, this is the paternity test result."
Elizabeth took the envelope. It was completely sealed.
She noticed that Timothy really respected her personal privacy.
As Elizabeth opened the envelope to look at the results, Timothy went to get a heat pack and pressed it against her abdomen.
He also took a silk scarf and wrapped it around her waist, tying the heat pack to her abdomen.
Elizabeth had been feeling somewhat helpless after seeing the test results, but now she looked down at him fussing over her.
"Calista and I really aren't mother and daughter."
He patted his shoulder. "Shit?"
Elizabeth buried her head in his shoulder and complained, "Your shoulder is really hard."
Timothy took the opportunity to mess up Elizabeth's freshly brushed hair. "If my shoulder was soft, would you feel safe leaning on it?"
Elizabeth smiled slightly. "That actually makes sense."
"Eat first. We'll talk about things after you're full."
"I can eat and talk at the same time. I need to know about the case too."
Elizabeth had been detained, so she didn't really understand the situation.
"Okay."
Timothy directly carried Elizabeth out of the bedroom.
Elizabeth really wanted to tell him she could walk, but she didn't want to admit she was also too lazy to move.
After she'd eaten half a bowl of porridge, Timothy told her about the case and that Natalia had died.
"Natalia is dead?" Elizabeth put down her spoon, very shocked. "How did she die?"
Timothy pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth and said casually, "Some fishermen going out to sea happened to see a body floating in the ocean."
Elizabeth had most suspected that Natalia killed Ian and framed her, but now Natalia was dead?
It was so sudden.
Just then, Mabel called Elizabeth.
Elizabeth answered the phone and heard Mabel cursing on the other end. "Elizabeth, I don't know which jerk is spreading rumors everywhere that you're a murder suspect."