Chapter 9 This Is What You Asked For

Upon hearing this, Frederick was obviously taken aback.

But he mockingly said, "Oh, you're not going to tell me, that you have fallen for me right? Sheryl, tell me what is it that you want directly. You don't have to put on an act in front of me.

There was no one in this world who knew her better than him.

Her personality, her likes and dislikes, he understood it like the back of his hand. Of course, he knew very well that the person she hated the most was himself. How could she throw herself at him for no reason?

However, he doesn't know that the old Sheryl was already dead, and the current Sheryl was going to get everything back!

"Frederick, it doesn't matter if you believe me or not, but I really wasn't scheming anything." she looked at him sincerely, hoping that he would believe her.

The air became stagnant for a moment.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly snorted. "Is that so? Then don't blame me for what is about to happen."

The next second, before she could even react, she was lifted into the air by a strong arm.

He held her in his arms and marched up the stairs and threw her onto the soft bed without mercy.

"Ah!"

Everything happened so suddenly that she couldn't even react. A slender shadow pressed directly on her, and his warmth enveloped her whole body in an instant.

"Sheryl, remember, this is what you asked for!"

A low and deep voice rang in her ears, and the man on top of her began to grope her unceremoniously.

His hot lips fell on her ear and slowly moved to various parts of her body. She could feel that it was not a gentle and delicate kiss but an aggressive bite.

The cologne mixed with his masculine scent and diffused in the air. His movements were a bit hasty and wild along with the presence of an overbearing threat.

Deep down, she was still a little nervous about matters like this. That area was still tender. She remembered the first time he did it with her, it hurt so much that she felt like she was on the verge of falling apart from the pain.

This time, he didn't show any mercy. His movements were rough, as if he were punishing her harshly. He wanted her to know the consequences of taking the initiative to get close to him!

But this time, she did not cower from him. Instead, she even took the initiative and reached out her hand to grab his neck.

It didn't matter anymore. If this was what he wanted, she could bear the pain.

He was clearly dumbstruck for a moment. Was she playing along with him? Her expression didn't even show the slightest bit of resistance.

On the night of their engagement, she cried and complained that she would hate him forever if she had to do it with him. But today, she actually welcomed him.

Just what had happened to have caused her to become like this?

Thinking of this, he suddenly lost his interest. He got up and unruffled his shirt again.

She was panting heavily and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. But at the same time, she felt a little disappointed.

Of course, she was willing to give herself to him wholeheartedly, but not like this.

After he calmed down, he thought of how rough he treated her. He turned his head slightly and said, "I'm sorry." Then, he stood up.

"Where are you going?" she thought that he was going to leave again, so she hurriedly grabbed him by the hem of his clothes. "Don't go!"

He only responded faintly, "To the shower."

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, she was relieved. As the sound of the shower emitted in the background, she let out a sigh of relief.

Half an hour later.

As the bathroom door opened, Sheryl unintentionally looked up. However, her gaze looked like she had been bewitched by someone or something, uncontrollably glancing towards his direction.

What entered her vision was a perfectly charming male body. His skin was fair and healthy, eight-packs could be seen from time to time as he breathed, and the bath towel tightened around his waist, covering up his male parts. A few drops of water remained on his lower abdomen, making him look sexy and steamy.

No matter that muscular chest or those powerful calves, every part of that man's body was perfect. With his beautiful and delicate facial features, he had an aura which was no less than the world's recognized top model!

She couldn't help but stare at him with her eyes wide open.

He was casually drying his hair, and couldn't help but feel a burning gaze coming from one direction. When he turned his head, he met her eyes of a lecherous wolf, swallowing her saliva while looking at him.

D*mn it! Being looked at by her like this, that part of his body actually felt a little impulsive.

He wore a dull face and said, "Go take a shower."

Only coming back to her senses, she immediately blushed and ran into the bathroom.

More than ten minutes later.

As Sheryl walked out of the bathroom, she felt a gust of cold wind.

Turning her head, she noticed that he had already changed into his nightgown. He was sitting by the window with a glass of red wine in his hand, occasionally swaying back and forth as he savoured the wine.

From a distance, his cold and proud figure gave off a sense of loneliness for some reason.

She suddenly had an urge to run over to him and hug him. And, she did it.

She wrapped her arms around his body and felt his warmth. She suddenly recalled that she had always ignored him and never looked at him seriously, not even a single glance.

But she always knew, apart from a handful of friends, he was always alone.

Such a powerful man had to shoulder the entire company alone and face all the problems on his own. Who knew how many people were waiting to see him make a fool of himself, but he always managed to meet the people's expectations.

The only person he cared about was herself, yet she used to hate him so much and would use all kinds of ways to force him to leave.

The thought of this made her feel so guilty that she wanted to die.

Sensing that little person behind him, a sullen expression can be seen on his face. He turned his head to see her wet hair and her face stuck to his back. Her little face was full of grievances.

Frederick couldn't help but worry. He rubbed her wet hair softly and said, "Hurry up and dry your hair, don't catch a cold."

However, she shook her head and looked up at him docilely. Her little face was slightly red when she said in a spoiled tone, "I want you to dry it for me, okay?"

He hadn't seen her being so gentle before. His heart softened as he nodded. "Okay, let's go to the sofa."

She let out a childish smile and obediently sat on the dark brown sofa.

After a while, he took out a hairdryer and walked behind her.

Because of his lack of experience, he was careful in blowing her hair. His slender fingers passed through her soft and moist strands of hair. He was afraid of hurting her, so he tried to move as gently as possible.

A wave of warm wind blew over, she closed her eyes and enjoyed this moment.

When he put away the hairdryer, he discovered that she had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Thus, he gently carried her from the couch onto the bed and tucked her in.

Looking at her sleeping face, her skin was as tender as a newborn child's. Her facial features were delicate and her docile looks would make anyone fall for her.

He suddenly let out a deep sigh, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

He found himself not being able to see through her intentions anymore.