Chapter 103 Seven–year Itch.
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Susanna’s sharp eyes darted around, then she suddenly scooped up Yuna in her arms. “Yuna, don’t go. Let your mom and dad go out and have fun for a couple of days.”
I believed my mother–in–law just acts on impulse. She was probably considering having a chubby little grandson again.
Hazel had a sour expression on her face. That’s because Shawn being good to me meant my status in this family was rising. As the young lady of the Hartwells, she didn’t like anyone threatening her position. So, even toward Yuna, she was sometimes
a bit hostile.
“Shawn, what do you think of that brand I mentioned?” Hazel was also starting a business, but Shawn didn’t give her an immediate answer.
I’m still having someone evaluate it. I’ll give you an answer in a while,” Shawn said as he headed to the door to put on his leather shoes. Tiffany, go upstairs and pack a few things. I’ll wait for you in the car.”
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I turned and went upstairs. A moment later, I came down carrying a bag. Susanna suddenly walked over and shoved a packet την hand. “Make sure Shawn eats this. It boosts male vitality. Oh, and this white packet is meant for female nourishment. You both need to take it.”
My brain buzzed. Where did she find these unusual folk remedies again?
“Oh, sure. I’ll have him take it,” I replied with a forced smile. But there’s no way I’d touch that stuff. I didn’t want to get poisoned.
Once we got in the car, Shawn had William drive us to the airport.
I asked him on the way. “Is it just the two of us?”
“No, a few people from the company are going too. They went over this morning. Shawn replied coolly.
“One of them isn’t Ms. Tackman, is it?” I asked, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
Shawn gave me a visibly annoyed look. “She’s in charge of several big projects. She’s leading this one too, so it’s not strange that she’s there.
I let out a half–hearted “oh.” No wonder she was his go–to support—every penny in the Hartwells seemed to have her contribution in it.
But I didn’t care anymore. Queena showing off her capabilities so hard was clearly just to get Shawn to notice her more.
As the boss, Shawn obviously evaluated everyone’s abilities and weighed the pros and cons. Queena charging ahead was just another form of sucking up.
Then a big, warm, dry hand reached over and took hold of the fingers I had resting on my lap.
I stiffened instantly, instinctively wanting to pull my hand away, but Shawn seemed to anticipate my move and tightly held on just as I flinched
I looked up at him, and Shawn looked right back at me.
Though he didn’t speak, his eyes seemed to say a lot on his behalf.
I couldn’t understand it. What was Shawn trying to pull now, acting all tender and deep?
“We’re almost at the seven–year itch, Tiffany. Tell me, where exactly are you feeling it?” Shawn narrowed his eyes at me, his tone far from tender.
I was stunned. What’s wrong with him? Why ask something like that out of nowhere?
Chapter 103 Seven–year Itch
“My bottom line? You’re not allowed to sleep with Queena,” I
I it bluntly and without euphemism
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Shawn slowly lifted his eyes to look at me. “And if I already have?”
I instantly flung his hand away in anger.
The next second, he leaned in closer. I’m kidding. You actually believed that?”
I turned my face away and sneered. “The truth from an adult usually comes wrapped in a joke. Take a guess–do I believe you
or not?
His expression stiffened slightly. My retort had clearly hit a nerve.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned to look out the window and stopped joking around with me.
Someone had already helped us buy the plane tickets. While we waited in the VIP lounge, Shawn took out his phone to reply to messages.
I had work to focus on, too. Unlike before, I no longer just sat around while he got busy, feeling like some idle tagalong, hoping he’d spare a moment to say something to me or that he’d need something I could help with.
My phone was also filled with work emails waiting to be handled. The progress on the hotel training program was moving fast. I believed it wouldn’t be long before we saw some truly impressive results on–site.
I kept typing replies on my phone when suddenly Shawn asked out of nowhere, “We’re boarding soon. How much longer?” Only then did I check the time, put down my phone, and follow him to board the plane.
Watching his tali, straight figure ahead of me, a wave of emotion rose in my heart.
Maybe people realiy should find something for themselves–something to do–rather than making another person their whole world.
This was the first time in our six–year marriage that Shawn and I were traveling alone together.
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