Chapter 119 Am I Impressive?
“Hubby, what’s wrong with you today? You’re acting moody–this isn’t like you,” I said with a teasing smile.
Shawn leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette, clearly in a bad mood.
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“I used to not believe it, but now it seems like I get it. When you fall for someone at first sight, no matter what happens, you’ll still love them.” Shawn said, taking a drag from his cigarette. The pale smoke drifted across his face as he quietly mocked himself, “Our ending was written the moment we met, Tiffany. What do you think?”
I don’t think so.”
Men, even after all these years, still confused me.
It was like Shawn–what was he trying to say?
I remember that sweet talk wasn’t his style, and honestly, he didn’t seem like the type who knew how to say them.
In my eyes, he had always been calm and composed, handling everything with ease. Whenever trouble came, he was focused on finding a solution. He was a cool–headed and rational man, with a mind for detail that was almost obsessive. A rational man with a sentimental side was a dangerous combination; it proved he had a dual charm. What woman could resist that?
“Hubby, you’ve been saying sweet things lately. Did someone teach you?” I asked, half–joking, half–seriously, with my hands behind my back as I looked at him.
Shawn’s expression faltered for a moment.
When his sincerity was doubted, it lost its value.
Tiffany, what are you getting at?” Shawn replied, looking frustrated and annoyed. He took another drag of his cigarette. releasing a cloud of smoke with a hint of irritation.
1 shrugged and said calmly. “I didn’t say anything. Why are you taking it so personally? Only someone guilty would react like
Shawn’s expression stiffened. The next second, he crushed his cigarette in the nearby trash can and turned to me. “Let’s go.
It’s late.”
The fact that he couldn’t meet my eyes showed he was hiding something.
But then again, Shawn’s heart was always wandering, that was just how he was.
From the beginning, he always thought of having a wife and a mistress. Now I just had the same idea as him, and I gradually understood him.
Once you see things from a wider perspective, no matter how sweet the
he promises are, they won’t fool you.
We were using the hotel’s car with a driver on duty. On the way back, I felt a bit exhausted and closed my eyes, dozing off.
Suddenly, an arm pulled me. I opened my eyes and found myself resting against Shawn’s chest, the faint smell of cigarette
smoke still on him
At that moment, a sadness washed over me.
Now that I no longer loved him, he was doing these sweet things. How had we even made it through all these years together! He had never been this gentle before.
He had always been unmoved. Sometimes, right after a shower, I’d wear his shirt and go to lus study, trying to charm him. He’d just glance at ine and say indifferently. “Stop messing around. I’m in a meeting. It wouldn’t look good if someone saw.”
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Chapter 119 Am I Impressive?
Shawn closed his eyes again, not pushing me any further.
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By the time we got back to the hotel, it was already past 2 am. I went to take a shower, assuming Shawn had showered and would be getting to bed early.
But when I stepped out in my pajamas, I found Shawn standing by the floor–to–ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine, one hand in his pocket, gazing out at the dimming city lights,
My face stiffened. He wouldn’t…
Hearing the movement, he turned to face me. Setting his wine glass down, he approached with the smooth grace of a predator. “Can we tonight?”
My eyes widened. It’s so late. I’m not in the mood.”
But Shawn ignored my words. He reached out, his dry palm warm pressed gently against my cheek. He stared at me with a fiery gaze. “For the sake of the apartment… give me a reward”
His voice was deep and hoarse, laced with subtle allure.
I gazed out at the lights, the city that never sleeps, full of bustling energy. The desire for wealth drove the body’s instincts.
Shawn lowered his head and kissed my collarbone. I looked at the flashing neon lights and raised my chin slightly, allowing him to kiss deeper.
He pestered me for more than an hour before letting me sleep. In my drowsy haze, I heard him ask, “Tiffany, am I impressive?”
I almost laughed myself awake, but a man’s pride always hangs on that little bit of ego. Whatever, considering the house, I muttered. “I guess you are.
