novelraw Chapter 111: My Wife Would Misunderstand
Chapter 111: My Wife Would Misunderstand
The dim glow of the sensor lights in the corridor fell on Shannon Yarrow’s fingers clutching the insulated container.When she heard footsteps coming from inside the door, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
As the door swung open, she lifted a smile she had practiced countless times in the mirror to mimic Holly Crowe, but when she saw Blake Sinclair’s cold, hard expression, the curve of her lips froze.
"Mr. Sinclair."
Shannon had just called out to him when Blake Sinclair’s hand was already on the doorknob, clearly intending to close the door.
Without hesitation, she reached out to block it, the doorframe collided with her wrist bone, leaving red marks instantly.
"Mr. Sinclair..."
As if she didn’t feel the pain, she stubbornly clung to the doorframe, her voice trembling, "I... I brought you some very effective medicine for your injury, and... this is soup I simmered for a long time; it’s good for healing wounds, you..."
"There’s no need; my wife would misunderstand," Blake Sinclair’s voice was devoid of any warmth.
His gaze swept over her clothes, and his brow furrowed.
Hearing his unwavering refusal, Shannon’s heart turned cold. She had deliberately worn clothes similar to Holly Crowe’s today, but even so, she couldn’t catch his eye.
Ever since he returned to the country, she had never been this close to him as she was today.
How many years had it been?
He was always so distant and indifferent. She thought he was always like that, but why was he so gentle, so cautious, even with a touch of humble fear when it came to Holly?
Such an expression was something Shannon couldn’t even imagine drawing on the face of the man before her.
She was unwilling!
She was jealous!
She hated her!
"Mr. Sinclair," Shannon bit her lip, her voice laced with a hint of plaintiveness, "have you forgotten? Those days we spent together in Brelond... I was by your side for so long, and does it really not compare to her few short months?"
Blake Sinclair finally looked her in the eye, his gaze sharp, "So, have you decided to come and redeem that promise?"
He never gave Shannon any false impressions. The help he provided back then had long been repaid with resources and money, but before leaving, he promised her one request, as long as it didn’t cross the line.
Shannon’s heart contracted slightly.
She looked at him, her gaze reckless with desperation, "You always knew what I wanted, didn’t you? I just want you to remember, we once..."
Blake Sinclair’s eyes immediately turned dangerous, and he lowered his voice, "I warned you, some things should rot in your stomach."able. Holly initially intended to sit with Tiffany Thorne, but a familiar assistant director pulled her to the main table.
"Holly, you’re the soul of our program; you can’t sit at another table!"
Resigned, she sat down.
Next to her, having removed her sunglasses, Shannon Yarrow sat with her makeup perfectly done.
Shannon turned her head and smiled at her, her eye makeup particularly thick as if to conceal something.
She spoke first, her tone familiar, "Teacher Holly, how was today’s shoot?"
Holly returned the smile with a nod, "It went smoothly."
As she spoke, her gaze fell again on Shannon’s injured hand, "Teacher Shannon, is your hand alright? It looks quite injured."
Shannon immediately withdrew her hand beneath the table, picked up a glass of water, and sipped it, pretending to be casual, "It’s nothing; I just got hit while organizing the easel at the hotel this afternoon, just a bit red and swollen."
"Just be more careful." Holly offered her concern.
"Thanks for your concern."
They exchanged a few pleasantries.
Suddenly, Shannon raised her hand, removing the silk scarf from her neck, revealing a mutton fat jade pendant.
Not the previous one.
Holly’s heart skipped a beat.
Even though Blake Sinclair firmly assured her he had nothing to do with Shannon, Holly’s woman’s intuition made her doubt it was that simple.
The mutton fat jade button around Shannon’s neck, seen just once, felt like a mystery, entangling her thoughts and instilling a sense of unease.
Thinking about what excuse to ask Shannon about the origin of that mutton fat jade button, the suite door was suddenly pushed open.
The director’s hearty voice rang out, "Everyone, look who’s here!"
As Holly turned her head, she was met with Blake Sinclair’s deep eyes.
Why was he here?
Wasn’t he supposed to have agreed this afternoon?