Chapter 15

Sharon was carried out of the hotel by Simon. It was at night, and a cold breeze blew over. Consequently, Sharon shivered as she felt rather cold.

The wine from Sally had drenched the cloth around her chest. Her hair was all wet as well, and her shirt was stained with butter. Seeing herself in such a state, she felt embarrassed.

"Thank you, please put me down," she said softly.

At that moment, a car arrived before them and came to a halt.

Simon let go of her. She saw that his western suit was now stained with quite a lot of butter, and she felt sorry for it. "Sorry, I dirtied your clothes again. Perhaps you could take your clothes off and let me wash it for you?"

Simon remained silent and merely looked at her. Initially, he was curious about why she had insisted on him being his partner to enter the hotel. He had thought she was intentionally there to cause havoc. Without a doubt, from the looks of it, it seemed as if she had indeed planned to destroy the banquet. However, she ended up getting herself into a mess as well.

The man did not let out a single sound and instead kept staring at her. His gaze made her feel frighten. She let out a dry smile and said, "I know I look very disgusting right now, but you don't have to look at me like that, right?"

"Ah…" As soon as she said that, the man stretched out his hand and pinned her in front of the car. His towering silhouette slowly began to approach her as he engulfed her within his arms.

"I don't care what sort of grudge you have with my nephew. I don't wish to be caught up in your mess." His warning was understood by Sharon clearly.

That night, she had used him to enter the banquet. He could forget about that, but if she was plotting to use him to get her revenge on Howard, she had miscalculated things.

The cold vibe that was being emanated from the man's body made her tremble. 'So, it seems like he helped me out earlier just so that he could protect his dignity.'

She smirked and let out a smile. 'It is no wonder he was mad.'

Sharon lowered her gaze and retrieved the emotions that were dwelling within her eyes. She said softly, "Rest assured President Zachary, such a thing will only happen once. There won't be another time."

She had never thought of using him to seek revenge on Howard. It was her own issue after all.

Simon glanced at Sharon's face that was stained with butter and suddenly found it hilarious. Those who had no idea what had happened would have thought she had just attended a birthday party.

His stony expression gradually loosened. He released his hand, opened the car door, and said in a deep voice, "Get in the car."

Sharon looked at him, puzzled. He blurted with an indifferent face. "I'm giving you a ride home."

"Well… I shouldn't trouble you."

Before she could finish talking, the man immediately pressed her into the car. Then, he entered the car and ordered the driver to ignite the engine.

Sharon was genuinely afraid that she would soil the car. She dared not simply move once she took a seat in the car.

"Well… what about Director Zachary?" She remembered that Simon had come with Douglas.

"There will be another car to take him home."

Sharon looked at him. 'Oh, right. Affluent families like them, don’t have only one car.'

The car came to a halt at the condominium where Sharon was staying.

Throughout the journey, the two did not exchange a single word. Sharon tilted her head and looked at the man who had closed his eyes to get some rest. "President Zachary, I've reached my place. Thanks for the ride home."

"Mm," the man answered. Nevertheless, he did not open his eyes.

Such an atmosphere would make anyone feel uneasy. Thus, Sharon quickly pushed the car door open and got down from the car.

As soon as she got down from the car, the man in the vehicle said, "Wait."

Then, she immediately caught hold of whatever was thrown out from within the car. It was his western outer coat!

"Didn't you say that you’d wash it for me?" He raised his brows and looked at her from within the car.

"Ah? Yes… I'll wash…" she quickly replied. She viewed him as an indifferent person and had thought that he would ditch that coat; he would immediately discard it and not even let her wash it.

"Wash it yourself," the man added.

"Of course, I'll wash it till it's clean." She was guessing Simon perhaps thought she would send it to the laundromat.

Subsequently, the car in front of her drove away. Sharon lowered her head and looked at the coat in her hand before sighing.

She had a headache. She had rented the grown she was wearing, and at the moment, it was so dirty that one could not bear looking at it.

By the time Sharon returned to her room, it was pretty late. Fortunately, she had given Riley a call saying that she would be working overtime and had to trouble her to look after her son.

The little kid and Riley had already hit the sack. 'It’s for the best since they won't see me in this state.'

Sharon quickly got herself cleaned up and returned to the room that belonged to her and her son. The little kid was hugging a dinosaur doll and sleeping soundly.

She touched his head gently and looked at his sleepy face that made her smile subconsciously.

Not wanting to wake him up, she sneaked her way to the other side of the room and laid down.

At the moment, she did not feel sleepy. Recalling what had happened at the hotel and the shocking look on Sally's face, it looked like she had guessed it right. 'Sally is not pregnant with Howard's child!'

There was a chance the baby had something to do with the male doctor she had seen back in the hospital.

She had to look for the man and thoroughly investigate the truth behind those intimate pictures taken back in that year!

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Simon returned to the Zachary household after sending Sharon back home.

The moment he entered the doorway, he saw his father, sister-in-law, Howard, and Howard’s wife, in the hall. It seemed as if they had been waiting for him.