Chapter 94 Garage
Finished
Shawn leaned against the car door, his fingers gently brushing his lips as he stared at me, unblinking, with a grace that reminded me of a panther.
“You’re not wrong to be worried,” he said smoothly. “Alright, next time I won’t give him that much.” He didn’t argue–he actually agreed with me.
I turned to glance at him and asked, “How much did you give, exactly?”
“I give him a bank card. It has 30 grand on it.” He told me truthfully.
My heart twisted. Thirty thousand grand? Why would he give him that much?
Shawn chuckled, trying to soothe me. “Relax. A guy with a little money walks taller. Lionel’s an adult now. He knows how to spend wisely. And hey–he’s got a girlfriend now. That costs money.”
I bit my lip. Shawn is always being considerate of Lionel. He really was the kind of brother–in–law who knew how to do the right thing.
“Stop giving him money in the future,” I said. “I’m not short on cash. I can take care of him.”
Shawn raised an eyebrow and asked, “What, getting all formal with me now?”
I didn’t answer that. I was already quietly gathering evidence to divorce him–so what if I was being formal?
It’s better to draw the lines carly. That way, when the divorce came, there wouldn’t be extra drama.
As the car pulled into the parking lot outside the office. Shawn said suddenly, “Storm’s coming. Better park in the garage.”
I glanced up at the dark clouds rolling in. Sure enough, rain was on the way. Maybe Shawn really did care about this car. I didn’t argue and turned toward the underground parking.
He had three private garages, I parked in one of them while Shawn got out first, standing to the side as I pulled in.
Once I parked, he suddenly pressed the button to close the garage door.
When I stepped out of the car, the garage was nearly pitch black–only the headlights carved out a bit of space around us.
Then, out of nowhere, Shawn came up to me, gently pinned me against the car, and kissed me. “Tiffany,” he murmured against my lips, “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you looked back then–shy and flushed?”
I tried to dodge him, but he cupped my face, deepening the kiss.
“Shawn, are you out of your mind?” I protested. He was acting like a dog that was in heat, entirely ignoring
where we were.
Back then, he wouldn’t even think about doing this sort of thing without a proper room and a soft bed.
If I didn’t take all my clothes off, he’d say he wasn’t in the mood.
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Chapter 94 Garage
Haha, men. What they say and what they do–never quite the same.
#Finished
“I’m not out of my mind, he said, his voice low and rough. “Didn’t even drink today. I’m completely sober.”
I pushed against him, irritated. “This is a garage. Please just respect me a little.”
“Tiffany,” he said, unnervingly calm, “sometimes a change of setting makes things feel different.” But his hands didn’t stop. When I continued to resist him, suddenly he carried me into the backseat. He was all arms and legs–not easy to maneuver–but when a man was burned with desire, there’s no stopping him.
“No. Stop,” I said firmly as things escalated. “We don’t have protection.”
Shawn kissed me again, deep and desperate. “Didn’t we pray to be blessed with a baby?”
My eyes went wide. Does this jerk still want a son?
Before I could process it, he had already barged into my body.
I couldn’t fight anymore; my resistance slowly faded away. My body lost control, and my mind went blank. I thought about the money he’d given Lionel, and I sighed. In the end, wasn’t this just part of the marital duty? Whether you enjoy it or not, it’s all the same.
Shawn was exceptionally excited today. Twice, each time trying something new, finally he released himself inside of me.
He looked much happier afterward. When he noticed I still hadn’t moved, he grinned. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
I finally sat up, fixed my clothes, and opened the garage door.
Right then, a few female employees passed by outside, arms full of files.
They didn’t see everything, just enough to be startled and hurry off. I guess all they saw was me–and pair of long legs behind me that definitely belonged to $hawn.
In the elevator, I didn’t look at him. My expression was tense, unreadable.
When we reached the first floor, I started to walk off. He grabbed my wrist and asked, “Where are your going now?”
“I need to get some pills,” I said, yanking free and leaving.
I didn’t know what kind of expression he wore then. But one thing I knew for sure: I wasn’t getting pregnant. Not again.
When I got back from the pharmacy, there were already whispers circulating through the office–garage gossip, no doubt.
I guess I had nothing better to do. I snuck into one of the quieter restrooms, hoping to overhear a bit of what people were saying.
As I sat on the toilet lid, I watched the last bar of battery vanish from my phone–and just like that, it shut
