In front of Sebastian, Kylie put on a good act. “Miss Hannah, I’d like to ask you for some advice on horseback riding.” Hannah raised an eyebrow. The two naturally fell behind the others. Only when Sebastian was far enough away did Kylie drop her smile, her expression filled with resentment. “Hannah, do you have no shame? Mr. Spencer is your husband's uncle! How can you try to seduce him?” Hannah chuckled. Kylie's face flushed red. “What are you laughing at?” Hannah pointed at Kylie's eyes. “You’re like someone who sees everything with a dirty mind.” Kylie snapped back, “You…” Hannah shot her a sidelong glance and spoke calmly, “Kylie, you know exactly how you managed to secure your place in front of Sebastian! If you push me too far, we can both go down together. And when the truth comes out, let’s see who Sebastian will side with.” Kylie clenched her fists tightly, her frustration evident. “Shawn treats you so well, and yet you still cheat on him and act so arrogan
Sebastian glanced sideways, his eyes sharp. He spoke in a low, firm tone, “Hannah is Shawn's wife.” Jasper was momentarily stunned, even he was caught off guard by the revelation. "Well, Shawn is a lucky guy." That made sense. Even if Sebastian didn't particularly like Shawn, they were still family, and helping each other out in public was only natural. Before, he had thought... Jasper let out a relaxed sigh. “I thought you’d finally developed an interest in a woman, but it seems it's just an older relative watching over a younger one.” Though, even calling it "watching over" might be a bit generous. To strangers, Jasper was as cold as a cave frozen for centuries, but around those he knew well, he could be surprisingly chatty."As for Kylie, if you can buy her out all at once, just do it. I can't stand her phony demeanor. She's nothing like Hannah—straightforward, bold, and ready to throw a punch whenever necessary. A far more genuine girl." He clicked his tongue twice
Shawn turned off the stove and looked at Hannah. Under the hallway light, her pale face still managed to catch him off guard with its unexpected beauty. Thinking of Andrew’s notorious reputation with women, Shawn felt a twinge of discomfort in his heart.He cleared his throat softly, trying to sound casual, “Is this some kind of unspoken rule in your department?” Hannah was taken aback for a moment, then replied seriously, “Even if it is an unspoken rule, do you think it's fair? After working hard on a proposal and going to great lengths to gain the client’s approval, at the last moment, someone else takes the credit. How is that any different from being robbed? Are you really going to sit back and allow it?” Seeing her brimming with anger, Shawn poured her a glass of lemon water. “Hannah, I’m not defending Logan here, but you’ve been out of the game for two years. You might be unfamiliar with the way business is conducted these days. What Logan did wasn’t right, but he’s tryi
Hannah reluctantly lifted her glass, took a cursory sip, and then continued eating her steak in silence. Her indifference left Shawn feeling defeated. He had drunk a little too much. After getting drunk, he started to act out, gripping Hannah's wrist tightly. “I want us to make love.” Hannah struggled hard, shouting sternly, “Shawn, you promised you wouldn’t force me!” He pressed her waist against the counter. Hannah was forced to lie back, her upper body almost parallel to the countertop. She pushed against him with all her strength, using both hands and feet. “Let go, Shawn! Don’t make me hate you.” He roughly grabbed the bottom of her shirt, trying to tear it open, his movements clumsy and desperate. Hannah's whole body trembled; her face turned pale. Her stomach churned with nausea. “Shawn, you bastard!” The sensation of her skin against his hands sent blood rushing through his veins. Fueled by alcohol, his desire grew uncontrollably, and he moved in to kiss he
In the CEO’s office. Shawn sat in a soft chair, smoking a post-coital cigarette. His upper body was bare, exuding a sensual aura as he leaned back, his pants loosely pulled up, the zipper undone. Smoke swirled around him, softening the contours of his features. Physically, he felt satisfied, but inside, there was an unusual emptiness. It had been a week since he last saw Hannah. He missed her terribly. So much so that he didn't know how to swallow his pride and try to win her back. The more Shawn thought about it, the more agitated he became. He crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray. Next to him, Denise, wearing a slip dress, lifted his arm and nestled into his chest through the small gap. She looked up, the remnants of their intimacy still lingering in her eyes. "What’s going on with you lately? You seem so distracted.” Shawn looked down at Denise for a long moment. Finally, he lifted her by the shoulders, their eyes meeting. He said, “Denise, we should
However, after hanging up the phone, Shawn's face turned cold as he violently hurled his phone against the wall, shattering it into pieces. Denise nearly screamed in fright. "What happened?" Shawn’s expression was dark and grim. Denise walked over from behind, wrapping her arms around him and pressing his forehead against her stomach. She gently patted his back. "Shawn, if something is bothering you, you can tell me. I'm willing to hear you out. Don't keep it bottled up inside. If it makes you sick, it’ll break my heart." Shawn remained silent, still holding onto a shred of reason. He knew, regardless of the truth, that this matter was between him and his wife. It wasn’t something to be discussed with outsiders. And Denise was certainly an outsider. With this realization, Shawn stood up and walked out of the office with a blank expression, picking up the intercom. His personal assistant, Elbert Weiss, quickly entered from outside. Elbert immediately sensed the linge
Shawn didn’t sleep a wink all night. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Hannah and Andrew entwined together in bed. In the early hours of the morning, he got up, knocking a delicate ornament off the nightstand and shattering it. With a cold expression, he went downstairs and drove straight to Denise’s place. His nerves were stretched too thin. He needed to unwind. And a late-night fling seemed like the only way. Denise hadn’t expected the man who had just ended things with her earlier that day to show up at her doorstep in the dead of night. She wore a crimson slip dress, lace of the same color draping over her chest, subtly revealing the curves beneath. Shawn pulled her to him, pressing Denise against the entryway cabinet with a blank expression. He was desperate.Denise whimpered softly, “Shawn, what's gotten into you today…?” She called out to him in a delicate, breathy voice, over and over. Shawn gripped her neck, his voice rough and strained. “Call m
On their wedding night, Hannah Hart found a pair of lace panties, adorned with pearls, in the pocket of her groom's tailcoat. She quietly tucked them back in, showing no reaction.Shawn Spencer emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a white bath towel. His dark, alluring eyes were filled with a raw, masculine desire. He walked over to the bed, dropped to one knee, inching closer to her. “Hannah, I want you,” he whispered.His scorching hand landed on her smooth, porcelain calf, slowly creeping upward…Hannah's eyes flared with crimson rage.This man… the one she'd loved since she was sixteen, who had been her rock through family crises and every storm life threw at them, the one who would have laid down his life for her…And yet, he had cheated.A cheating man, like drinking spoiled milk, made her feel sick to her stomach.Just as Shawn's hand slid higher, nearing the inside of her thigh, Hannah’s body trembled. She grabbed his hand, her grip firm even through the fabric of he