Chapter 108 Hatred
Queena and her group also came over. Her expression didn’t look good, and the way she looked at me was cold and indifferent
Finished
If Shawn had changed, Queena would definitely be the first to notice. Before, she never gave me a second glance, but now, I saw a trace of disgust and hatred toward me in her eyes.
Hatred, huh? Fine, let me give you something more.
“Ouch…” I was walking forward when I twisted my foot and almost fell. I propped myself against the wall with my hand, held it in forcefully, my face turned red, and sweat formed on my forehead.
Shawn was walking ahead, talking to someone. When he heard something was wrong on my end, he stopped and quickly came over to ask, “What happened?”
“Twisted my ankle,” I said softly, lowering my head to check.
Shawn glanced at my three–inch high heels. The thin stiletto heels made him instantly frown. “Don’t wear such high heels.
next time.”
“Hubby, don’t worry about me. You guys go upstairs first. I’ll be fine after resting a bit,” I said coyly.
Shawn told the others, “You go up first.”
Queena widened her eyes. At that moment, I felt like she wanted to come up and slap me.
After all, we’re both women. How could she not see through my act?
In my past life. I always thought Shawn was blind. Even though Queena was acting, he couldn’t see through it,
Now I gave it a try, and sure enough, he is blind. I acted, and he didn’t see through it either.
“I’ll carry you upstairs,” Shawn said. He was a man of action. When he said he’d carry me, he didn’t wait for my response and just picked me up.
The sudden change made Queena’s eyes turn red with anger. She turned around and led the group of executives to the
elevator.
“Hubby, don’t carry me. Put me down. I can walk,” I said, trying to be tough.
But Shawn replied with a serious face, “Don’t be stubborn. Your leg is injured, so be good.
“It’s actually not that bad. I just need a moment to rest,” I said, since I wasn’t really hurt and could only explain it that way.
“Yeah. Shawn said nothing more.
The door of another elevator opened. Shawn carried me inside. I felt a bit shy–after all, this wasn’t a novel. In real life, being carried like this was really strange.
“Put me down. Just support me,” I insisted, squirming a little.
Shawn had no choice but to put me down, his large hand grabbing my arm.
I slowly made my way into the private room. Shawn supported me the whole time. As we entered, Queena was outside in the hallway on the phone, deliberately raising her voice to curse someone out–I didn’t know exactly who she was scolding
But I said to Shawn. “Didn’t expect Ms. Tackman to be so fierce.”
Shawn looked toward the door and said lightly, “Maybe someone really pissed her off.”
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Chapter 108 Hatred
of confidence and gentleness. She gave off the vibe of someone who could live well without love, but her eyes would occasionally look at Shawn with grievance, full of faint resentment.
I witnessed her seductive little expressions right beside her–and completely ignored them.
Didn’t Queena think I didn’t matter? Then let’s see what this is all about.
Finished
I admit, Queena’s family background was better than mine, but in reality, she was also looking for a strong and powerful
backer.
Shawn–young, handsome, and highly capable–was her first choice.
Queena could never go for some man in his 40s or 50s. Deep down, she still longed for love. She wouldn’t only chase money.
Shawn could meet all her demands. Her only dissatisfaction was that Shawn married me, and I gave birth to Yuna.
No–maybe she really did like Yuna. Otherwise, why would she, in the previous life, secretly abort her own child just to avoid upsetting Yuna? Wasn’t it because she knew Shawn doted on Yuna, and she wanted to win over both father and daughter?
In my family, the idea of valuing boys over girls was quite serious. But here in Hanzora, it didn’t seem as bad–only daughters
were common.
At first, I thought it was just a rumor until I gave birth to Yuna. Shawn truly doted on her. When she was little, if he had time, he’d come home to be with her. She often fell asleep in his arms, and even while working, he’d have her on his lap. What I remember most clearly was when Yuna got sick–Shawn’s eyes reddened silently, but he didn’t cry in front of us. Instead, he went to the smoking area to cry alone.
All these fatal little details piled up and filled my whole love–blinded life in my past life.
I really hated Shawn. He didn’t love me, so why were there always these inexplicable things pulling me toward him?
Why couldn’t he just be colder, more ruthless? Why did he have to show that bit of warmth in this cold world?
In this life, I’ve fixed my mindset. Yuna shares half of his blood, and his love for his daughter is his duty as a father. Since it’s a duty, I’ve naturally stopped being charmed by him.
