Chapter 9
1348 Words
"Enough."
Austin grabbed the bottle from her hand with a cold expression and smashed it on the floor. The liquor spilled out, staining the expensive carpet.
"Get out!"
Fuck, did his woman have to be seen by them?!
"Yes, yes, we're leaving. Wishing Mr. Austin a good time," people who had spent enough time in such entertainment venues smartly retreated, leaving hastily, as if escaping.
Offending Austin meant no foothold in Europe.
"I haven't finished my drink." Sheryl stubbornly glared at him, then went to get more alcohol from the ice bucket.
"Bang—" Austin decided to throw the whole ice bucket out, his eyes fierce. Just two more bottles left. What was this man thinking?!
Sheryl, feeling nauseous, stood up, a wave of disgust rushing over her. Her vision was blurry, and she shook her head heavily."I need to go to the restroom."
Austin pressed his lips together, saying nothing. The doors of the private room seemed like two in Sheryl's eyes.
She rubbed her eyes for a long time before finding the right way out. In the restroom, she desperately splashed cold water on her face to regain some composure.
In the mirror, she was redder than an apple, her eyes hazy. Seeing her appearance, tears almost fell, and she quickly splashed cold water on herself.
"Ugh—" Nausea surged again, and Sheryl forcefully vomited, the spicy taste of alcohol burning her throat and chest intensely.
She felt uncomfortable, as if on the verge of death.
"Sheryl, you can do it. You can't collapse. You can't let Uncle's family fall apart. Not.
I must get Austin to withdraw the lawsuit." Another round of retching, and Sheryl, with tears streaming down her face, struggled to stay strong.
"Miss, this is the men's restroom." A gentle and pleasant male voice suddenly sounded behind her, kindly reminding her.
Sheryl shuddered, her head still lowered. Looking up from her disheveled long hair, she saw the young man behind her.
In a white shirt with a silver-gray tie, he had a robust physique and looked at her with some concern.
How could it be him... Why was he here?
Sheryl felt her heart stop, staring blankly at the man in the mirror.
"Miss, are you okay?" His magnetic voice echoed in her ears once again, reaching out to her...
Startled, Sheryl quickly moved aside, using her hands to cover her face with her disheveled hair, and her head bumped hard against the door.
"Miss, are you alright?" he asked with concern, approaching Sheryl to help her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Like a frightened rabbit, Sheryl pushed open the restroom door, stumbling out, apologizing desperately."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I went the wrong way."
Almost about to cry.
How could she face him in such a state... she didn't deserve to see him...
After leaving the restroom, Sheryl finally fixed her disheveled hair. Her eyes were sore, and she hadn't fully recovered from the shock.
Nine years, and she could see him again. Giulio... seeing him so spirited, he must have been doing well all these years.
He was the heir of the Lyon family, certainly living a better life than her, a fallen heiress with a broken family.
It's fine, really good.
He's doing well... that's good.
The lights in the corridor swayed along the walls, and Sheryl walked forward, as if walking on cotton, each step feeling unreal.
A strong force pushed her into a corner. Sheryl winced in pain and raised her eyes, and Austin's tall figure blocked her way.
When did this man come out?
"What are you doing?" Sheryl had no energy to deal with him. Feeling conflicted, she tried to push him away but was weak and powerless.
Austin pressed her against the corner, his knees between her legs, one hand holding her flailing arm, and his scalding lips blew hot air on her face.
"I still prefer you in a skirt."
This man only had thoughts about his own body and nothing else...
"Because you don't have to take it off?" Sheryl forced a bitter smile. In front of him, she was just a toy, a woman for his physiological release...
Austin's movements paused, staring into her unclear eyes. Thinking she was drunk and being so blunt, he couldn't help but laugh.
So, this woman was so foolish when she was drunk, foolish enough to be somewhat cute.
"Yes, because I just need to lift it." Austin lowered his head to unbutton her jeans...
Sheryl weakly held onto his neck, chin against his shoulder, looking blankly ahead.
A tall and handsome figure walked out of the men's restroom, with distinct facial features, clean short hair, and a white shirt emphasizing his gentlemanly side...
Giulio.
Sheryl was startled for a moment, staring blankly.
He looked even more handsome than in junior high. At least 1.88 meters tall, he exuded the demeanor of a noble heir with every move.
"What kind of shabby pants did you buy?" Austin suddenly cursed, continuing to struggle with her jeans' button.
Hearing the voice, Giulio slowly turned his face—
Sheryl quickly hid her face in Austin's chest, not daring to look at that gentle figure again.
Tears finally couldn't be held back, falling like rain.
Giulio...
She didn't even dare to stand in front of him.
Sheryl, how did you degrade yourself to this point, becoming a mistress?
...
Bright light stimulated her eyelids. Sheryl rolled on the warm bed for two turns before slowly opening her eyes.
This wasn't her uncle's small room; it was more like a high-end hotel suite.
The curtain of the opposite French window was pulled open, letting in sunlight.
Sheryl knocked on her throbbing head, sat up from the bed, and found herself clean with not a single piece of clothing covering her body.
Her legs were sore from the recent fight.
Using a white blanket to wrap her body, she stretched her arms laboriously to reach for the clothes at the end of the bed.
"Who is Giulio?"
Austin's figure suddenly appeared in front of her, in a gray bathrobe, obviously just out of the shower, holding a towel to dry his hair. However, his expression was beyond ugly.
The most shameful thing for a man is when a woman, beneath him, moans, calling another man's name.
And Sheryl, once again, successfully humiliated Austin.
When he heard Giulio's name last night, he wanted to strangle her immediately.
Giulio?!
Sheryl's expression froze. Scenes from last night replayed before her eyes.
"Giulio", a name she hadn't thought of in how long, why did it come to mind? Why did her heartache?
Her absent-minded appearance let him know that this Giulio was by no means an ordinary person.
"I'm asking you, who is Giulio?!" Austin aggressively threw the towel aside, splashing water on her face.
"I don't know who he is." Sheryl lifted her hand to wipe off the water on her face, pretending to be clueless, attempting to divert the conversation.
"I know Nova's economic company is under your name. You won't sue my uncle again, will you?"
"Sheryl." Austin leaned down, glaring at her fiercely, shouting in anger, "Who is Giulio?!"
Did he need to know that so clearly? Sheryl understood that she couldn't pretend not to know.
She lowered her eyes and said quietly, "He's a friend I haven't seen in nine years."
Friend? Did she think he was a fool?!
"Sheryl!" Austin gritted his teeth, threw the towel aside, and pounced onto the bed. He pressed her shoulders, forcing her down onto the clean and soft bed.
On both knees, he knelt between her legs, glaring down at her with terrifying eyes.
"No woman would call an ordinary friend's name during intimacy!"
Unless... she wished the man she was with was him, not Austin.
At the thought of this, Austin's eyes filled with a murderous intent.
The blanket was pulled down to her waist, leaving her with nothing on, and she was humiliated by being pressed onto the bed.
Droplets of water from his short hair splashed onto her eyes.
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