True Love After a Loveless Marriage

Shirley Jones endured the pain and woke up from the hotel bed, only to see a strange man sleeping soundly beside her. Feeling a chill run down her spine, she lowered her eyes and looked at the shocking kiss marks all over her body. She took a deep breath and immediately pulled the quilt tightly over her body. The scenes last night flashed through her mind. When her best friend came to provoke her, Shirley found out that her husband, who had been married with her for three years, had already cheated on her. She slapped the b***h in the face, and her husband forced her to apologize to the mistress. In a fit of anger, Shirley ran to the bar to drown her sorrows with alcohol. She was drunk and in a daze. The more she thought about her disappointing marriage, the more aggrieved she felt. "Why? It's not like no one wants me." Shirley laughed at herself in her heart. She still vaguely remembered how she had s*x with a drunk man when she was seriously drunk. "Do you need me to take responsibility for what happened last night?" A cold and mellow male voice came from behind. Sean Taylor was prepared to send away the woman who took advantage of his drunkenness last night with money. Shirley looked at the man who had just woken up in disbelief. She could not hide the disgust in her eyes. "Are you kidding me? I don't need you to be responsible for a one-night stand. Are there no men in the world? I warn you, don't try to blackmail me with such tricks." "Blackmail you?" As soon as the man finished speaking, he immediately grabbed Shirley's wrist. The man's breath fell from the top of Shirley's head, and his voice was terrifyingly cold. "Repeat what you just said. What did you say to me?" The dry heat coming from the surface of the skin was so ambiguous that it was burning hot. For some reason, Shirley was a little timid, and the nervousness in her heart was squeezed inch by inch. She shook off the man's hand forcefully, put on her clothes, and got out of bed. She took out the remaining cash in her bag and threw it on the pillow. "I'm not interested in wasting time with you. Take the money and leave immediately. Don't let me see you again." Sean looked at the crumpled notes and took a deep breath impatiently. Over the years, countless women had tried to seduce him, but this was the first time he had seen such a trick. He was not sure what the woman was up to. Shirley frowned and thought in her heart. "It is obvious that this guy thinks that there is too little money. It is just a one-night stand. How much can he expect from me?" "You're too rude, which makes me uncomfortable... Don't feel wronged. That's all you're worth." Looking at the woman shouting in front of him, Sean was completely irritated. With a little force, he pulled Shirley onto his lap. Seeing the panic-stricken look on her face and that she subconsciously tried to avoid him, Sean's voice was low but cold and bloodthirsty. "How dare you say that with such meager courage? How many lives do you have for me to serve?" Shirley sat on the man's lap and butt as if she was sitting on the tip of a knife. When Sean pulled her, the things in her bag fell to the ground. This made her even angrier. She struggled to break free from the man's grip. She bent down and put away the things scattered all over the ground without noticing that she had also accidentally stuffed a crystal pendant with a black rope into her bag. Carrying her bag and standing on her high heels, she walked to the door and slammed it hard to vent her anger. She didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. With a bang, the door was slammed. As Sean watched the woman disappear from his sight, his handsome face turned cold. When walking out of the hotel room, seven or eight bodyguards in suits, who had just arrived, were waiting at the door. Seeing the president coming out, they greeted Sean respectfully. With the sternness and coldness of a superior, Sean ordered in a deep voice, "Find out the identity of the woman who entered my room when she was drunk last night." "Yes!" As soon as she walked out of the hotel, Shirley saw several uniformed policemen walking toward her. She thought that she had blocked their way, so she deliberately took a few steps back. The young policeman's eyes were sharp. Thinking that the criminal was going to run away, he rushed up and grabbed Shirley by the shoulder. "Shirley Jones, someone reported that you were suspected of prostitution. Come with us." Hearing this, Shirley's eyes widened in horror. There was a voice in her heart saying, "It's over..."