Chapter 128
Sharon caught a cold.
Coming out of Jackson''s house, she sneezed as soon as she got in the taxi.
Although Stanley looked disgusted, he stretched out his hand and pulled her to his side. He touched
her forehead and scolded "Serve you right!"
Sharon pouted. She didn''t argue with him because she couldn''t win anyway.
"Don''t go to thepany. Go home and rest."
"I''m fine. I don''t want to go home. Don''t persuade me. I won''t go back," Sharon said firmly.
Stanley frowned and looked at her with displeasure.
Sharon held his arm ingratiatingly and said with a bit of coquetry, "I''m really fine. Besides, I haven''t
been to thepany for a few days. It''s too much. I''m such a failed intern. My colleagues in the
company should have some bad reviews about me by now."
"I''ve already asked Troy to deal with this matter."
Sharon was speechless. "... But you can''t do this!"
Stanley felt a headache. Why didn''t he find out that she was so stubborn before?
The driver looked at the lovey-dovey couple and smiled. "Where are you two lovebirds going?"
What did he mean by ''lovebirds''?
Sharon blushed timidly. She opened her mouth and was about to exin when Stanley started
before her, "Jones Group."
"Wow, that''s a bigpany. I can say it is the tycoon of the business circle in Beachmarsh City. Are
you two working there?"
The driver was very enthusiastic and talkative. He had no idea though that his passenger was
literally the boss of Jones Group.
Stanley was impatient and seemed to want him to shut up, yet Sharon grabbed his hand and red
at him as if trying to say with her eyes, "Don''t bully the taxi driver."
Stanley nced at her coldly and said nothing.
Rubbing her nose, Sharon found that Stanley was rather awkward to squeeze his tall body inside
the small passenger seat of the taxi.
She couldn''t help but giggle. "Where''s your car?"
His charismatic car was spacious inside and was veryfortable to sit in. He was used to sitting in
such afortable and roomy car seat that it was reasonable for him to not feelfortable sitting
in a smaller car like this.
Stanley leaned there with his eyes closed, huffing, "Last night, someone was so scared by the
thunder that she trembled, held me tightly, and refused to let go. For one thing, I couldn''t drive, and
for another, I had to abandon the car and bring someone back to the nearest residence."
"Someone" felt a little embarrassed, and her memory slowly came back.
Last night, she was really scared. Stanley suddenly came over, which made her feel at ease. She
remembered that when she threw herself into his arms, she really didn''t want to leave it.
When they were 100 meters away from Jones Group, Sharon asked the driver to stop in a hidden
corner, and Stanley followed her down with a gloomy face.
Sharon looked around like a sheepish thief and found that there was no acquaintance. "You go first,
and I''ll goter."
Looking at her sneaky action, Stanleyughed out of annoyance. "Is it because I am unpresentable
or you are afraid of something?"
"Both." Sharon admitted honestly, "You are so high and mighty. If I want to continue to work in
Jones Group, I can''t let anyone know I know you, or my colleagues will surround and harass me for
it. It will be even worse if the media photographs us together. They''ll even dig into my family history
and expose it!"
Sharon would definitely go crazy if this happened.
Stanley gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes on her for a few seconds, feeling a throbbing pain in his
head. She was so sharp-tongued that he could not stand it.
Finally, he snorted softly and left with a flick of his sleeves.
Sharon curled her lip and ignored him. She took a deep breath and walked to thepany.
As soon as she appeared in the office, Skye was the first toe over and care about her. "How is
it, Sharon? Are you feeling well? Are you all right now?"
Sharon was startled.
"The manager said that you were in the hospital these days, which exined your absence. We are
worried about you."
So this was what Stanley meant by asking Troy to take care of her matter.
Sharon had to brace herself to nod. "Yes, I''m fine now."
Her voice was muffled, and she had a clogged nose. In addition to that, her face was pale because
she was in the rainst night, indicating that she was really sick these days.
Several other colleagues gathered around to express their concerns. Feeling very guilty, Sharon
simply expressed her gratitude without saying much.
The manager asked her toe to his office. This time, his attitude was very different from thest
time. He invited her to sit down in person and size her up while asking indirectly about the nature of
her rtionship with Troy.
The manager was probably skeptical of it since Troy came over to ask for leave on her behalf,
making him wonder what kind of rtionship did Sharon have with Troy.
Thinking of this, Sharon simply said that she happened to stumble upon Troy in the hospital, who
was kind enough to apply for sick leave on her behalf.
The manager was dubious yet it was inappropriate to ask her directly.
Sharon was able to escape the tricky question this time.
As soon as she sat back in her seat, Skye came over to her. "Fusion Fortune Holdings called just
now. They want us to go over there in the afternoon to discuss the contract and its progress."
Sharon frowned, reluctant to go. Afterst night, she didn''t dare to spend time alone with Liam.
"Skye, I''m still not feeling well. Could you go with Janice? I''ll take over when I''m feeling better, can
I?"
Skye gave her a meaningful look. "Since you are not feeling, you should take a rest. But if you go..."
Speaking of this, Skye lowered her voice and said, "You know the boss of thepany. If you go, it
will be more simple and convenient to deal with them."
Sharon muttered awkwardly, "I really have nothing to do with Mr. Frazier..."
Skye just smiled.
Sharon felt that for a veteran like Skye, the more she exined, the more ambiguous it would
sound, so she simply said nothing in the end.
A vi near theke.
A graceful woman had been busy in the kitchen for nearly an hour. She finished preparing breakfast
and was about to go upstairs when Peter came out of the bedroom.
"Young Master Shawn hasn''t got up yet?"
The woman asked with a smile.
Peter looked at the second floor and said, "M-Miss Sharon, Let''s go up together and have a look."
The woman smiled and said, "Sorry for the trouble."
Peter cleared his throat and said, "You''re wee, Miss Sharon."
After knowing Sharon Cruz''s existence, Peter felt that it was strange to address her as Miss Sharon.
But he had been addressing her as such for so many years, so he didn''t know what else he could
address her as.
When they came to the bedroom, Peter said to the woman next to him, "Miss Sharon, please wait
for a moment. I''ll go in and have a look."
The woman smiled slightly. Her face was almost exactly the same as Sharon''s.
Peter hurriedly looked away, pushed the door of the bedroom open, and went in.
The bedroom was dark and reek of alcohol. Peter''s heart suddenly sank.
He came to the window and opened the curtain. The dazzling sunshine came in through the window
and shone on the man on the sofa.
"Close it!"
Shawn scolded in a low voice.
Peter''s shivered and slowly closed the curtains, but he didn''t close thempletely. He left a tiny
gap open to let the sunlight in, but not as bright as earlier.
"Young Master, it rained all night yesterday. The weather is good today. Why don''t you get up and
bask in the sun?"
The man on the sofa closed his eyes and frowned, shouting angrily, "Get out!"
Peter sighed and went out silently.
The woman outside the door frowned. "What''s wrong?"
"Young Master had one ss too manyst night. Now he has a headache. You''d better not disturb
him."
The woman had an exquisite mind. Hearing this, she suddenly understood a little. "He found her,
didn''t he?"
Peter replied vaguely, "I''m not so sure about it."
The woman lowered her eyes, smiled, and said nothing.
"Young Master ns to stay in Beachmarsh City for a while and won''t go back to Cresthill in a short
time. He still doesn''t know that you''re here, since you suddenly came yesterday."
The woman understood what Peter meant. "I''ll go get the hangover medicine for him and will
exin it to himter."
"The medicine is on the first floor. I''ll show you where."
"Thank you."
Shawn had a dream; he dreamed of Sharon. Like in the past few years, he often dreamed of her,
but this dream was different. She kept crying in his dream,ining about why he left that year.
Her tears seemed to tear his heart apart. Shawn could not bear to see her cry, but her tears
continued to flow. He was at a loss and held her into his arms.
"Sharon..."
Shawn murmured, "Don''t cry, good girl, don''t cry..."
He lowered his head and kissed her tears. Sharon did not push him away. Instead, she reached out
and hugged him. Shawn''s mood fluctuated. He hugged her tightly and pressed her under his body...
"Hiss... it hurts, Young Master..."
The woman''s voice sounded which made Shawn suddenly jolt up. He opened his eyes and saw
Sharon''s small face appear in his sight, looking at him with grievance.
"Is it really you, Sharon?"
There was still confusion in Shawn''s eyes, thinking that this was a dream.
The woman hugged him with a blush on her face. "It''s me, Young Master Shawn."
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Young Master Shawn?
Sharon would not address him like that!
Shawn''s pupils suddenly contracted as he grabbed the woman''s neck and growled, "You are not
Sharon Cruz!"
As she was being strangled, the woman''s face turned red instantly. Her eyes rolled back and looked
like she was going to die at the next second. "Y-Young Master!"
Shawn suddenly came to his senses, retracted his hand, and got away from her.
After being able to breathe again, the woman took a few deep breaths.
Shawn recognized her. "Why are you here?"
The woman sat up from the sofa, her face a little pale. "I just came here from Cresthill yesterday."
After a pause, she exined again, "I brought some hangover medicine and was about to call you
when you suddenly pulled me over, kissed me, and called me Sharon. I thought you wanted me...
I''m sorry, I misunderstood."
Only then did she realize that Shawn had dreamed of the real Sharon.
He rubbed his eyebrows and felt a swelling pain in his head. Shawn leaned against the sofa, and
his handsome face was full of pain.
The woman immediately got up, took some water and medicine, and fed them to Shawn. Then she
breathed a sigh of relief. "I came to Beachmarsh Cityst night. When I came here, Peter said that
you were sleeping, so I didn''te up to disturb you."
Shawn closed his eyes and did not speak.
The woman sighed, got up, and came behind him. She reached out her slender hands and pressed
them against his frowning eyebrows.
Her movements were gentle and extremelyfortable.
Shawn''s headache was not as serious as it was at the beginning.
"Peter said that you will stay in Beachmarsh City for a while longer, so what about Cresthill? You
have just been in charge of the Lewis Family for a few years, and the people there are still not
convinced. If you leave Cresthill at this time, I''m afraid there will be someone who is aiming..."
"What''s your real name?"
Shawn interrupted her and suddenly asked.