you are begging me
847 Words
CHAPTER 4
(ARE YOU BEGGING ME?)
Trenton gripped her wrist as if he wanted to crush it, increasing the pressure
until pain shot through her, causing her face to pale and her voice to falter.
She bit back the pain, defiantly glaring at him, but when their eyes met, she
couldn't help but shudder. What kind of gaze was that?
It was cold, dark, filled with hatred and anger, all mixed together in a way
that made it seem like she was some irredeemable villain.
"Does it hurt?" he asked coldly, showing no concern in his eyes, and the
pressure on Sharlene’s wrist didn't ease. Sharlene was indeed in pain, but she didn't answer him. Instead, she struggled
to break free from his grip.
"Hurt?" Trenton smirked, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
“...” Sharlene felt tears welling up, unsure if it was from anger or pain.
"If you don’t want to be hurt, then don’t say things I don’t want to hear, got
it?" With that, he finally released her.
Sharlene stepped back, cradling her sore wrist, glaring at him in fury.
"Trenton, you’re so despicable!"
"Despicable?" Trenton repeated the word, savoring it, then let out a low laugh. He lifted his gaze, looking at her with indifference. "I’m despicable? Sharlene,
you won’t like it if I am being truly despicable."
Sharlene's face drained of color, her body trembling slightly as she tried to
pierce her nails into her palm, hoping the pain would distract her.
Her pitiful yet stubborn attempt to appear strong seemed to amuse Trenton, and
his earlier irritation faded considerably. "From now on, think carefully about
what you should and shouldn’t say."
While it seemed he was referring to her earlier words, Sharlene had an instinct
that he was hinting at something deeper. But she couldn't figure it out, nor did
she want to at that moment.
She closed her eyes and slowly exhaled, feeling a little lighter in her heart.
"I just wanted to tell you that today is the day of my return home. My..."
Sharlene intended to say that her father wanted Trenton to come back with her, but thinking about his disdain for the Wood family and her father, she stopped.
Instead, she asked, "Can you come back with me?"
Trenton clearly saw the eagerness and hope in her eyes, but he chose to ignore
it.
"Sharlene," he leaned in closer, "are you begging me?" The look on his face was saying, “Sharlene, if you are begging me, I may
consider it.”
Her dignity and pride wouldn't allow her to admit that, so she replied, "I'm not
begging you for anything. I'm just seeking your opinion."
Trenton raised an eyebrow, a sly smile creeping onto his lips, but his words were cold—
"I don't have time."
***
"Sharlene, I've been waiting for you for so long! Finally, you're back home!"
Rowan Hayes exclaimed, grabbing Sharlene’s hand as she entered the door, clearly
delighted. "I was worried you couldn’t live well over there. Look at you! In
just a few days, you've lost so much weight."
Rowan was the second wife of her father, joining the Wood family when Sharlene was ten. Over the years, Rowan had treated her well, but they never seemed to
connect.
"Rowan, I'm doing fine," Sharlene replied in a flat tone.
"Why are you back alone? Where's Trenton?"
"..."
Sharlene hesitated, unsure of how to respond, and that was when Maggie Wood
walked out of the living room.
Maggie was the daughter of Rowan, just a year younger than Sharlene. Today, it
was clear that Maggie had put a lot of effort into her outfit and appearance.
“Sharlene, is Trenton still angry? Is that why he didn’t come back with you?” Maggie asked.
Rowan scolded, “You’re everywhere! Respect your sister and brother-in-law, got
it?”
Maggie pouted, “I told you, Trenton is definitely upset about what happened on
Sharlene’s birthday. Plus, this marriage was arranged by Dayton. How could Trenton be happy about it?”
“Maggie!”
Sharlene lowered her gaze, choosing to ignore Maggie. “Rowan, where’s Dad?”
“He’s in the living room. Since this morning, he’s been asking me to prepare
your favorite food, and he’s been waiting there.”
Sharlene nodded and headed to the living room.
“Dad.”
Fraser glanced toward the hallway. “Did you come back alone?” There was no smile
on his face.
“Yeah,” Sharlene replied softly, “Trenton... he’s a bit busy today.” “Busy?” Fraser scoffed. “He has time for socializing but can’t spare a moment to
come back with you? What did I say on the phone yesterday? Did my words mean
nothing to you?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Fraser suddenly threw the cup in his hand.
Crash!
The cup shattered into several pieces at Sharlene's feet. The warm water
splashed onto her legs, and despite the warmth, a chill ran through Sharlene’s
body.
"Come with me to the study!"
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