Chapter 199


    Sharon and Melody came out of the hospital and stood on the side of the road, nning to hail a


    cab and leave.


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    Just then, a ck Mercedes slowly stopped in front of them. The window rolled down, revealing a


    man''s prominent side profile.


    "Sharon."


    The man opened his mouth and shouted.


    Sharon was stunned for a moment, and then she found that it was Shawn.


    Why was he here?


    Melody nudged her with her arm and winked at her. "Hey, who is it?"


    The man was extremely good-looking, and he was staring at them with his brown eyes, with a smart


    and charming temperament.


    How did Sharon know such a fine- quality man?


    Sharon pursed her lips, pulled Melody, and turned around to leave.


    The door was pushed open and blocked their way. Shawn stepped out of the car with his slender


    legs. His broad chest was just in front of her, and his breath shrouded her. "Get in the car."


    Sharon frowned and stepped back.


    At this moment, Melody also realized that the rtionship between the two was not simple.


    Shawn knew that she would resist, but he was not angry. He simply smiled and said, "I came to you


    this time because I have something to tell you."


    "I don''t want to know..."


    "Don''t you want to know about Stanley Jones?"


    Sharon''s heart skipped a beat, and her fingers subconsciously clenched.


    Melody was in pain because of her pinch, but she forced herself to hold it back and didn''t make a


    sound.


    After a while, Sharon saw that it was still early and Melody was with her, so she pursed her lips and


    got into his car.


    Shawn looked down and smiled.


    He drove steadily and the car was quiet. There were so many people outside, so he was not in a


    hurry and slowed down, going with the flow of the pedestrians. He rested one hand on the steering


    wheel and the other was on the window while driving leisurely, unlike the other drivers who pressed


    the horn irritably and anxiously.


    What a calm and restrained man...


    Melody made her guesses. She took out her mobile phone and sent a text message.


    Sharon''s phone beeped, indicating that there was an iing message. She took it out and looked


    at it. The sender was obviously Melody. She looked at Melody sitting next to her with a serious look


    and clicked on the message suspiciously.


    "Who is this man?"


    Sharon didn''t know what to say.


    After a while, she received another short text message. "Tell me quickly!"


    Sharon moved her fingers, typing a text, and replied to her, "A friend."


    Melody said, "Do you think I will believe that?"


    "Tell me the truth. Who is it?" Melody added.


    "The lost youth."


    "Oh, first love..."


    Sharon squinted again.


    "Ahem." Melody cleared her throat and looked at the driver. "May I know your name, sir?"


    Shawn took a look at the rearview mirror with a smile in his eyes. "Shawn Lewis."


    "Hello, Mr. Lewis, where are you taking us?"


    "How about dinner?"


    "Okay, I haven''t eaten yet."


    Sharon frowned, pinched Melody, and said in a faint voice, "I''ve already eaten, so I''m not hungry.


    Tell me what you want to say. After that, you can drop us upfront."


    Shawn nced at her faintly. "You really regard me as a driver."


    "It was you who asked me to get in the car."


    Looking away, Shawn looked ahead and said, "Have dinner with me first. I''ll tell you during dinner."


    Sharon gritted her teeth.


    It was a red light, so Shawn stopped the car. He knocked on the steering wheel, looking rxed.


    "You can get off now. I won''t stop you."


    Sharon was in a dilemma.


    Curiosity killed a cat. She wanted to know what Shawn wanted to tell her about Stanley. She was so


    curious that she sat still with her mouth closed.


    Looking at the woman behind him, the corners of Shawn''s mouth curled up into a smirk.


    Soon, they arrived at the restaurant. Shawn came to the back to open the door for them, acting as a


    fine gentleman.


    Melody did not understand what exactly happened between Shawn and Sharon. She thought that


    they were in love when they were young. Now that Sharon had been married, they should move on


    from whatever they had before.


    So she patted Shawn''s shoulder casually. "Well, Mr. Lewis, you respect women very much and are


    so considerate. I wonder why Sharon broke up with you back then? Was it because you didn''t enroll


    in the same university?"


    Shawn nced at the hand on his shoulder and said with a faint smile, "Yeah, I wonder why we


    break up."


    Upon hearing this, Sharon was a little shocked.


    "Let''s go in first. I''ve already booked a suite." Shawn led the way directly. "Miss Graham, you


    haven''t eaten yet, right? Please eat moreter."


    Melody touched her belly. "I will. Thanks."


    Sharon followed them in.


    The private room was veryrge and spacious. Within a few minutes, the dishes were served one


    by one, and they were exquisite and delicious.


    Melody and Shawn were chatting happily. They talked about all kinds of topics. Sharon sat silently


    on one side, pursing her lips, and did not speak.


    A whileter, they almost finished all the dishes. Melody went to the bathroom, so Sharon


    immediately asked, "What do you want to tell me about Stanley?"


    Shawn leaned against the chair and fixed his eyes on her. "Are you in such a hurry?"


    Sharon was a little annoyed. "Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I''m leaving now!"


    "Okay, I''ll tell you. Sit down." Shawn pointed to the chair and held her. "You''re still the same as


    before, losing your temper and throwing a tantrum at a drop of a hat. You haven''t changed after so


    many years."


    Sharon was stunned.


    She remembered that when she was in junior high school, she was not good at mathematics.


    Shawn had taught her several times but she still didn''t know how to do it. In the end, she was so


    angry that she threw away her pen and stopped doing it altogether.


    Back then, Shawn chided her with the same words, saying that she was not very capable, had a


    bad temper and that no one would be able to stand her in the future...


    How did Sharon answer him at that time?


    Oh yes, she liked Shawn, so she muttered with a red face, "I only need you to be able to stand me. I


    don''t care about others."


    Now, everything had changed.


    "These are the things I have taken these days. Take a look." Shawn''s words pulled back her


    thoughts.


    Sharon looked suspiciously at a paper bag that he handed over. "What is it?"


    "See for yourself," he simply said.


    Sharon opened the paper bag and a few photos fell out of it. She picked them up and was stunned


    for a moment. Then she looked at the photos one by one calmly.


    Shawn was a little surprised by her tranquil reaction. "What''s with this attitude?"


    Sharon pushed the photo back to him. "What do you want me to react then?"


    "The woman in the photo is called Reba Lambert. She is Stanley''s first love. She returned to


    Beachmarsh City a week ago. Stanley arranged her to stay in the Charming Hills Apartment, gave


    her an apartment, and gave her money. She can be regarded as a mistress." Shawn stared at her


    eyes and said word by word, "In a week, Stanley apanied her to dinner three times in a row


    and went shopping with her. You don''t mind about these?"


    Sharon''s hands that she put on her knees were tightly clenched into fists.


    Of course, she would mind.


    But she had seen them in the hospital.


    If Shawn showed these photos to her first, Sharon would definitely break down.


    Fortunately, she found out about Stanley and Reba herself instead of being told by outsiders.


    At least, she was proactive in this matter.


    Shawn leaned forward slightly and looked at her with his sharp eyes. "You don''t know these, do


    you?"