Chapter 123 Misunderstanding?
#Finished
The driver was a friendly person. As he introduced the sights, he showed me several beautiful night views and even took a few photos for me.
Just as I was about to head back to the hotel, I received a text message
It was from Queena. “Mr. Hartwell is drunk. Mrs. Hartwell, you should sleep first.”
I calmly read the message, and then tossed my phone aside and turned to look out the window.
The car played a piece by Secret Garden–melancholic and more like a farewell poem.
In the end, Shawn’s hot–and–cold, unpredictable behavior these days couldn’t change the undeniable truth that a dog will always love eating its own poop
Go ahead, eat until you’re stuffed.
I returned to the hotel, washed up, and went to bed, thinking Shawn would have a showdown with Queena tonight
But to my surprise, he stumbled back in around 2 a.m., drunk. The driver had to help him inside, and they woke me up with the noise
I stepped out in my pajamas, and the driver couldn’t help but glance at me twice, his gaze growing restless.
Shawn raised his hand to signal him to leave.
Before the driver left, he gave me one last look.
I wouldn’t deny it–wearing pajamas, my figure was full, my curves were alluring, and my skin was smooth and fair. It was the perfect married woman look I had carefully crafted. What else could I do? The dog at home ate shit, I should at least make an effort with my appearance and look for the next chapter.
Shawn wasn’t completely drunk. He looked at me fun, Hubby?”
I wore a white V–neck nightgown, bending down to ask, “Did you have
Shawn reached out, about to touch me, but I took two steps back and turned toward the master bedroom.
The next morning.
Shawn woke up on the sofa, stunned. He immediately scowled at me. “Tiffany, you made me sleep on the sofa?”
I sat nearby, flipping through a magazine, and calmly said, “Sorry, I’m too weak to move you. See? I’m right here with you. At least I didn’t let your head hit the floor
“Tiffany …” Shawn wasn’t used to being treated this way. He walked over, grabbed my magazine, and snapped, “I was out until I am last night, and this is how you treat me?”
I leaned on the sofa, looking up at him, and said, “Hmm, isn’t Ms. Tackman with you? How could she let you come back? She’s so thoughtless”
Shawn squinted, clearly guilty, and asked, “How do you know she’s here?”
Jahowed my phone to him. “She thoughtfully sent me a text.”
Shawn rubbed his forehead, looking uneasy. “Queena… She’s just concerned about me, and she doesn’t want you to overthink
“I know, I’m not upset. With such a considerate subordinate like Ms. Tuckman, as a wife, I should learn from her and understand how to be more thoughtful when my husband comes home late from socializing
Chapter 123 Misunderstanding?
of sleep after drinking the night before.
“Where do you want to go today? I’ll go with you, Shawn asked, walking up to me.
“No need, I want to go for a walk by myself. You should take care of your own business” 1 declined his offer.
But Shawn sat down and reached out to hold my hand.
I casually reached for my teacup, avoiding his touch.
Finished
Shawn glanced at his empty hand, then looked at me drinking tea. “Are you upset again? Sorry, next time when Queena shows up. I’ll let you know immediately so there’s no misunderstanding
I’m not misunderstanding anything.” I said calmly, looking at him. “Ms. Tackman is dedicated to the company. I’m not that
unreasonable,”
“Tiffany, don’t be so sarcastic, Shawn said, annoyed. “If you could understand me, I’d be really happy. I hope you can relax and not get so caught up in the little things, okay?”
Shawn finally stopped pretending to be sentimental and started showing the authority of the head of the household.
This was the Shawn I knew. It turned out, deep affection could be faked. Once he stopped pretending, he became as cold and unyielding as the frozen soil on the snowfield.
I accepted all his reminders and warnings. I smiled and said, “Hubby, is there something I’m still not understanding? Just let me know, and I’ll change it. From now on, if you travel with Ms. Tackman, I won’t say a word. I won’t cause any issues with her at work, either. I’ll always put her first. Is that okay?”
Shawn’s expression darkened, like the sky before a storm. He squinted at me and asked, “Between us… Is there no more affection left?”
This was the first time since my rebirth that I had made the atmosphere so tense with Shawn. I didn’t want it, but did his staying out all night make him right?
my past life, I had always been patient, always trying to hold back. But in the end, all that patience only created problems, and the one who suffered was me.
