Cain Shaw left.
Christina Shaw was in a miserable state, lying on the ground, glaring hatefully at Cain Shaw’s departing figure, she swore to herself that she would definitely have him!
...
Cain Shaw drank quite a bit, couldn’t drive, so the driver took him to the villa, "Sir, please bear with it for a while, soone has been sent to get the antidote, it should arrive soon."
Cain Shaw’s tall figure was hidden in the dim light of the back seat, he didn’t speak, just closed his eyes and pinched his brow.
The driver had been with Cain for several years and understood his temperant quite well, so he tentatively spoke, "Sir, would you like to find a girl for you, soone pretty and fresh? You know, n need to indulge once in a while."
Cain Shaw opened his eyes, "No need."
He got out of the car and entered the villa.
Opening the villa door, it was pitch black inside, Cain paused a mont, and then realized after a few seconds, Tanya Sullivan had left.
If she were here, no matter how late it was, she would leave a light on for him.
And her pet cat, which always shalessly rubbed against him, owing at him.
Cain reached out to turn on the wall lamp and entered his bedroom, starting to take a cold shower.
This Christina really had so nerve, daring to use such despicable ans against him; even the old Shaw wouldn’t dare to confront him directly.
Cain only felt restless all over, Christina must have found the best drug, cold water running over his body didn’t alleviate the heat at all, instead, it was like fire and ice, making him even more sensitive.
Cain lowered his handso eyes, and Tanya Sullivan’s small egg-shaped face appeared in his mind...
He couldn’t think of her!
Cain quickly closed his eyes, forcing himself to shake off the image of her little face, because as long as he thought of her, he felt his blood boiling.
The cold water gushed continuously, Cain rolled his throat, then reached out and with a "snap," turned off the shower.
He quickly dressed and went out.
The driver hadn’t left, still parked on the lawn outside the villa, he saw Cain approaching from a distance.
"Sir, it’s late, where are you heading?" the driver asked.
Cain got into the car, pressed his thin lips, "To find Tanya Sullivan."
The driver wasn’t surprised, when the antidote was ntioned earlier, Cain didn’t speak, the driver faintly guessed Cain had other intentions.
It was Miss Sullivan again...
They said the sir hadn’t changed lovers for quite a while, this Miss Sullivan must be quite sothing, the driver truly witnessed it, the young ladies these days are increasingly amazing.
"Alright, sir, Miss Sullivan has been arranged at the hotel, we’ll go there now." The driver hit the accelerator.
...
In the presidential suite of the hotel.
Tanya Sullivan had finished showering, wearing a white bathrobe sitting in front of the vanity, she was drying her hair.
ow ow ow~
The kitten clung to her feet, owing a few tis.
Tanya snapped back to reality, the hairdryer had been blowing for quite a while, yet her hair was still half wet, she looked up at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes were blank, her mind wandering.
Setting down the hairdryer, Tanya reached out and cuddled the kitten in her arms, "Little kitty, what are you calling for?"
ow ow ow~
The kitten owed again.
Tanya’s lashes trembled, her voice soft, "Are you asking... about Cain Shaw, he’s probably with his fiancée now, doesn’t have ti for us."
ow ow ow~
"That’s right, he’s getting married, but we won’t be attending the wedding because he wouldn’t invite us, he hasn’t even told us."
ow ow ow~
The person and the cat conversed in the presidential suite.
At that mont, "ding-dong," the doorbell suddenly rang.
Soone was knocking on the door.
Who is it?
Tanya stood up, walked to the door, and opened it, outside stood a tall, imposing figure, it was Cain Shaw.
Cain Shaw is here!
Tanya didn’t expect him to co over so late, her slender fingers slightly curled, she looked over with her clear, almond-shaped eyes, "Why are you here?"
Cain Shaw’s gaze fell on her small face, then he curved his thin lips into a shallow smile, countered, "Why can’t I co?"
"It’s very late now, don’t you fear your soon-to-be wife will be seething with jealousy? I think your fiancée loves being jealous."
"Heh," Cain chuckled in a low, gravelly voice, "Do you think... I’m here to do sothing with you?"
Tanya imdiately furrowed her delicate brows, "It’s really late, I’m going to sleep, goodbye."
She reached out to close the door.
But Cain pressed his knee against it, stopping the door easily with the force from his knee.
Tanya raised her head, a bit annoyed, "Cain Shaw, what are you doing? You co here in the middle of the night, speak sarcastically, and now you’re trying to act like a madman?"
Cain looked at her little face, only 19 years old, her face was white and tender, full of collagen, having just showered, she slled delightful, her half-wet hair hung down, with strands coiled around her pink neck, everything about her seed alluring.
"Who is the boy in the photos?" he asked, low and hoarse.
Which boy?
Tanya belatedly recalled those photos the elder Shaw had brought, there was nothing between her and the boy in them.
Back when a competition at school occurred, she and that boy were both selected, walked together discussing studies, even went out for competitions, at the ti all teachers and students stayed at the sa hotel.
Those photos were re speculation, Tanya had never dated, never even held a boy’s hand.
Now Cain wasn’t smiling, his deep ink-dark eyes were fixed on her as if interrogating a suspect.
Tanya was displeased, she hadn’t even questioned him about Christina, yet he preemptively inquired about the boy.
"This is my personal matter, has nothing to do with you!"
Pfft~
Cain lazily laughed, hands in his pant pockets, "Tanya Sullivan, so you like that type, is he even mature yet?"
What?
What did he an?
How could he spout such... vulgar words?
She really shouldn’t have had any hopes for him, he was just a person from the underworld, that’s who he truly was.
"Cain Shaw, what business is it of yours who I like, why do you care so much?"
Was she admitting it?
Cain’s handso brows covered in frost, he sneered, "Last night, when I asked you to stay, you acted so pure and virtuous, I thought you hadn’t been with a man, turns out you had already spent nights with one!"
Tanya’s face flushed red and white in an instant, "Cain Shaw, you bastard!"
She raised her hand to slap his handso face.
Cain’s narrow eyes suddenly half-closed, was she getting addicted to hitting?
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