Chapter 929 Do You Know What You Are Doing


    "Get in the car," Sheryl told Susan. Charles strapped Sheryl in, but she was more worried about Susan,


    who was still standing outside the car, behind Charles, not moving. "Get in the car quickly," she told


    Susan again hurriedly.


    "I..." Susan looked like she had something on her mind that she wasn''t able to speak out. She


    hesitated, avoiding Sheryl''s worried look and said weakly, "Sher, I don''t want to get in the car."


    "Why? What are you thinking?" Sheryl was stunned by Susan''s words. Then she shook her head,


    quicklying to herself again. "If you go back to the hotel now, you won''t make it. Listen to me,


    Susan, hurry up and get in the car."


    "But I have to go back to the hotel, no matter what happens," said Susan, giving Sheryl a helpless


    smile. "All my luggage is back there, and I have nowhere else to stay."


    "Don''t worry about your luggage. You can go back to get it tomorrow." Sheryl frowned. She did not want


    Susan to get hurt. She didn''t want anything to happen to her friend. She sighed and tried again,


    "Susan, get in the car first. We''ll talkter."


    "No, I really can''t get in the car and leave with you." Susan shrugged, smilingmely. Feeling helpless,


    she continued, "Sher, you don''t have to worry about me. Seeing that you are all right makes me feel


    relieved."


    "Susan, get in." Charles chimed in. He did not want Susan to get hurt in any way either. "If you won''t


    leave with us, please at least let me drive you to the hotel where you live. It''s alreadyte and it won''t


    be easy to get a cab. It''s dangerous."


    Susan hesitated for a while, and finally got in the car.


    As the car drove up in front of the hotel, Susan moved to get out, but Sheryl turned to her and asked,


    "Are you sure you aren''t leaving with us?" Her voice had a tone of full concern and even fear for her


    friend.


    "Yes, I''m sure," Susan said, giving her a polite smile. "Sher, have a good rest. I will pack your things for


    you. We will meet in Y City."


    Saying that, she stepped out of the car and went through the front doors, entering the building.


    Watching her friend''s back as she walked away, Sheryl bit her bottom lip. She couldn''t help but feel


    upset. She felt like not being able to help Susan at all.


    Charles took Sheryl back to his hotel, which was not too far from where Holley was staying. He carried


    her all the way to their room andy her down on the bed before going to get the bath ready for her.


    Sheryl felt that her strength wasing back, and thought that she could take a bath by herself.


    However, when she stood to walk to the bathroom, she fainted, her legs giving out under her. As she


    fell, she let out a pain-streaked cry.


    Charles rushed out of the bathroom at her cry, and quickly swept her up into his arms. "Why did you get


    up by yourself?" he asked, his voice full of fear and worry. "You haven''t recovered yet. You should lie in


    bed and rest. When the bath is ready, I''ll get you and help you in."


    "Uh, I think I can do it myself," Sheryl told him, her cheeks flushing a light red.


    Looking at her cheeks, Charles smiled but did not say anything. Instead, he carried her into the


    bathroom and set her on the marble floor near the bathtub.


    Then he began to undress her. Sheryl became nervous at Charles'' movements and tried to stop him.


    "What... what are you doing?"


    "Help you take a bath," Charles told her with resolution. "You are too weak to bathe yourself, Sher, and


    I want to help you. Otherwise I''ll just be worried about you."


    "No, I can take a bath by myself." There were bright lights in the bathroom. Sheryl was not undressed


    yet, but she felt like she was wearing nothing in front of Charles. She couldn''t imagine what it would be


    like if he was to stay in the room while she was taking a bath. Embarrassed, she pushed him back.


    "Get out now," she said.


    "We are a couple. Don''t be so shy, Sher," Charles said. He eyed Sheryl from head to toe and then said


    in a yful tone, "Which part of your body haven''t I seen before? Which inch of your skin have I not


    touched?"


    "Charles, you..." Sheryl blushed even more, and gave Charles another gentle push. "Get out now!"


    But Charles didn''t move. He didn''t want to leave the bathroom. While Sheryl was feeling upset and


    pissed off at him as well as embarrassed, he took her hand and pulled her towards himself. "Don''t


    move," he told her as he wrapped his arms around her.


    Sheryl resigned to standing still and motionless like Charles had ordered.


    "What... what are you doing now?" Sheryl asked bashfully, feeling that he was running his hands over


    her body.


    Charles gave her no answer; he quickly took off her clothes, lifted her up into his arms, walked over to


    the bathtub, and then lowered her into the lukewarm water. Using the bath sponge that was on the


    edge, he started to scrub her body gently in case it would make her ufortable.


    At first, Sheryl felt bashful and embarrassed, but when she saw Charles'' limpid eyes and his clean and


    broad forehead, she realized that she was thinking too much and overreacting. She started to rx,


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    feeling more reassured, and gave her body over to Charles, letting him scrub every inch of her body.


    Charles scrubbed Sheryl with gentle strokes. When he was finished, he rinsed her off, wrapped her up


    in a towel and helped her out of the tub. He carried her back to the bed and set her down. Sheryl was


    quiet during all of this, letting him take care of her.


    Charles'' clothes were mostly soaked through, but he didn''t care at all. After setting her on the bed, he


    went to take a bath.


    When he returned, Sheryl was lying quietly in the bed. She turned towards him and looked at him,


    blinking slowly.


    He walked over and poured her a ss of water. As he offered it to her, he asked, "Are you hungry? Do


    you want something to eat?"


    "No, I''m not hungry." Sheryl shook her head. She did not think she could handle any food at the


    moment.


    "Okay then, have a good rest," Charles said as he pulled the quilt nket up over her.


    He was about to leave when Sheryl took his hand suddenly. "Where are you going?" she asked.


    "I am gonna sleep on the couch," Charles said lightly. He knew that Sheryl was not ready to sleep with


    him, and he did not want to make her do things against her will. The truth was that he very much


    enjoyed sleeping next to her, but if she wasn''t ready, he wasn''t about to force it on her.


    Sheryl gave him a coy smile. She turned, patted the empty spot next to her on the bed, and gestured


    for him to lie down. "Sleep right here."


    "Sher, are you..." Charles was smiling with delight. He nced at Sheryl and asked, "Are you serious?


    You want me to sleep in the bed?"


    "If you don''t want to, that''s okay," Sheryl said with her mouth pouted, pretending to be mad at him. She


    rolled so she would be facing away from him.


    Charles grinned, overjoyed that Sheryl would let him sleep with her. "Yes, of course I would love to


    sleep with you!" he cried as he climbed on the bed.


    He turned off themp on the bedside table and rolled onto his back, cing his hands on top of his


    chest, not wanting them to touch her, to bother her during the night and startle her.


    He couldn''t care less if there weren''t any contact between them that night. He was satisfied with just


    being on the bed with her and theirck of intimacy didn''t bother him.


    However, he found that he could not sleep at all. Lying on the bed besides Sheryl, he was aroused all


    by Sheryl''s scent, and his mind ran wild with erotic fantasies and sexual desire. Even her breathing


    was enough to arouse him.


    In the darkness, Sheryl breathed evenly. Charles dared not make any big movements, afraid of waking


    her up. Yet his inability to sleep was bothering him. As he thought about whether or not to get up and


    go sleep on the couch, he felt a soft and smooth hand touching his chest quietly.


    Sheryl was awake and she didn''t know why she had done what she had just done; she didn''t know why


    she would reach over and touch his chest. She immediately regretted it, but what was done was done,


    and Charles had felt her hand.


    His voice was low and sounded very domineering in the darkness. "Sheryl, what are you doing? Do


    you know the consequences?"


    Needless to say, Sheryl knew what he wanted and expected from her, and what would happen if she


    further stirred up his desire. She was d that it was dark and that he couldn''t see how hard she was


    blushing. "Let go of my hand," she told him, her voice shaking slightly with nervousness.


    "You teased me first, right? Don''t try to deny that," Charles teased.


    "But I regret what I did now." Sheryl tried to take her hand back, but Charles held onto her hand,


    keeping it pressed against his chest. When she felt his heartbeat, her own heartbeat started to be


    faster and faster.


    "It''s toote to regret what you did." His voice, full of sensuality and allure, came to her ears. His


    breathing deepened slightly and his heart was quickening against her hand. The next second, she felt


    all of his weight on top of her, pressing her back into the bed.


    She was nervous, but at the same time, she wanted to make love to him. She was excited and looking


    forward to it, in fact. As she ran her hands down his back and along his waist and then his front, his


    passion rose even further.


    "Charles... be gentle." She didn''t want to refuse him anymore. Instead, she wanted him to continue


    kissing her, caressing her, stroking her all over...


    Her whisper was what tipped him over the edge. He let out a small groan and leaned down against her.


    He kissed her ear, her cheek, her mouth, her neck, all the way down her body. He pressed his own


    body against hers. One of his hands untied her bathrobe, and the other was busy kneading her


    breasts.


    She felt the ultimate lust inside her body, and that her petite figure was soft like a little cat underneath


    his muscr body. She realized that her own skin was hot and that her face felt like it was scorching;


    as she continued to run her hands all over his body, she could feel the heat. It was like a me. It was


    when her bathrobe was discarded aside that she realized there was nothing in between her and


    Charles, only their naked bodies.


    Outside, it was cid. The moon was high in the night sky and it lit up the whole world. It was a tender


    night; the moonlight was shadowed by the curtain and shone on the couple''s entangled bodies, which


    were glowing with love.


    In the past three years, Charles had dreamed of such a loving scene in countless times. Now it had


    His hands and lips pressed against her silkily smooth skin. And she felt like she was at the peak of


    ecstasy. A familiar feeling surged up in her. While she was fascinated about the sensation, his tempting


    voice softly brushed her ears, "Sher, do you know what you are doing with me now?"