Chapter 5 Appease Her First?

Sheila struggled to process this for a moment, before finally asking, "Why? Just because of last night…"

But Killian didn't answer her, only stared at her silently, his gaze like he was looking at… prey?

Killian had looked at her with that same look last night.

It couldn't help but remind her of that unspeakable and shameful night of passion.

So, that unexpected experience last night meant he had taken a liking to her body?

Sheila's cheeks flushed instantly, and she uncomfortably avoided his gaze, reconsidering the situation.

She didn't want to lose her job, even more so, she didn't want to be blacklisted in the industry.

And since she had broken up with Kane, she didn't want to fall into another emotional vortex for the next few years.

It just so happened that her mother had been pressuring her to go back for blind dates; she could just say that Killian was the boyfriend she had been with for six years, and that they were already married.

With Killian's status, her mother naturally wouldn't say anything more.

Besides, who didn't have physical needs?

They say that men start going downhill after twenty-five, and Killian's physical condition was indeed top-notch.

You couldn't even find that by paying for it.

In short, as long as she didn't lose her job, everything else was negotiable.

After weighing her options, Sheila quickly gave Killian an answer, "Okay, I'll sign."

"After we register our marriage tomorrow, fifty thousand of allowance will be transferred to your account on time every month." Killian was all business, no different from his usual commercial negotiations.

This made Sheila feel a little uncomfortable, it felt like she was an item being bought with money.

And only fifty thousand? That was too stingy.

Weren't the CEOs in novels supposed to offer at least five million?

But Sheila didn't dare show it. At this moment, she couldn't help but say in a humble but assertive tone, "The money doesn't really matter, Mr. Ford, we can consider this a win-win for both of us."

Killian ignored her words, "Our lawyer will discuss the remaining details of the agreement with you in a couple of days."

"Okay."

After giving her his private W******p, Killian left on his own.

The entire secretary department had Killian's work W******p, but in reality, Assistant Ben was the one replying most of the time. As for his private W******p, only Ben had it.

The W******p name was just "K" , and the profile picture was a view of the city lights from the President's office. There was nothing in his Moments.

After Sheila added him, she changed the contact name to: Five-Ten Thousand, in a clumsy attempt to hide the truth, to avoid people seeing it and overthinking.

As Sheila was about to leave, the maid Josefina came over and handed her a box of birth control pills.

"Miss Emerson, this is what the Mr. instructed."

A pregnancy would be a big problem for them.

Sheila gladly took the pills and swallowed them.

Josefina said, "The Mr. also instructed that I accompany you to the hospital for a physical examination, the medical expenses will be reimbursed by him."

"Oh, no need, I asked a friend to accompany me."

In reality, she hadn't asked anyone to go with her, after all, this wasn't something to be seen in public.

The doctor drew her blood, and after the test results came out, Sheila was told that she needed to stay in the hospital for three days of intravenous therapy to clear the toxins from her body before she could leave.

So she checked herself into the hospital.

Three days passed in a flash.

Kane drove his Lamborghini towards the "Night Colors" club, a drizzle falling outside the window.

As he passed the commercial CBD section of the capital, he suddenly braked slowly and stopped in front of a convenience store, his gaze fixed on a girl behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying a cup of instant noodles.

Five years ago, when he first met Sheila, it was also raining, and she was sitting in that same spot eating instant noodles.

That night, Kane was beaten with a golf club by his father for being late to the family trust meeting.

In a fit of anger, he ran out of the house in flip-flops.

He was unlucky enough to be caught in a heavy rain on the way, and he had no choice but to stand in the convenience store to take shelter.

Just as he was staring out the window in resentment, an extremely beautiful girl entered his view.

The girl's ponytail was dripping wet, her cheap suit pants were covered in mud, and after coming in, she sat down opposite him holding a bucket of braised beef noodles.

Having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Kane had never been interested in the hardships of the common people.

But he was inexplicably drawn to Sheila.

Or perhaps it was because she was too beautiful.

A palm-sized oval face, with fair and delicate skin, a face that was purely innocent, but her wet eyes seemed to be embedded with a resilient arc.

He couldn't help but glance at her several times, but at the time, Sheila mistakenly thought that he was eyeing her instant noodles.

Generously, she pushed the freshly made noodles in front of him.

Kane looked surprised, but she thought he was embarrassed, "It's okay, I'll treat you, it's free."

He was indeed a little hungry, so he started eating.

Sheila looked at him with sympathy.

"You haven't eaten for many days, have you?"

"It's okay, take your time, I still have money, I can buy you another bucket."

Kane became even more interested in her at the time, and casually made up an orphan identity.

Sheila, a naive and kind recent college graduate, believed his words without a doubt.

Kane looked down at his phone, the chat box with Sheila still stuck on the voice call from three days ago.

This marriage thing, she had probably been holding it in her heart for a long time, right?

Kane typed two lines: Sheila, I don't want to break up, can't we wait a little longer?

But he wouldn't really marry her.

If he confessed, would she be willing to be with him without a title?

Kane sighed heavily and deleted the message, throwing the phone back into the center console in frustration.

After being discharged from the hospital, Sheila returned to her rented apartment in the suburbs, the place where she and Kane had lived together for three years.

Although it was only a small one-bedroom apartment of twenty-plus square meters, Sheila had cleaned it up and made it warm and cozy.

She opened the door, from the couple's cotton slippers on the shoe cabinet to the artistic photos of the two embracing on the wall, everywhere was filled with traces of their sweet past.

Sheila sat on the sofa in a daze for twenty minutes, tears falling involuntarily.

But she wasn't someone who dragged things out. Since she had made a decision, she should cut the Gordian knot quickly and end everything as soon as possible.

Moreover, she had already signed a marriage agreement with Killian and would go to register their marriage early tomorrow morning.

So Sheila propped herself up and started packing.

In a private room at the club, Kane and a few friends were enjoying themselves as usual.

Someone with no tact brought the topic back to Sheila again.

"Speaking of which, has Sheila been looking for you? Three days have passed, shouldn't we get started? Everyone…"

The atmosphere in the private room became cold and silent, and that person realized that Kane's expression was not right, and quickly shut up.

Kelsey rubbed his throbbing temples, he had long noticed that Kane's aura was off, but he didn't dare to ask. This person had to run headfirst into the gunfire, it was simply courting death.

He eased the atmosphere, "Why don't you appease her first? Just a few words, and she'll soften."

Kane lit a cigarette, nonchalant, "Let her calm down for a few more days, it's not a bad thing. Otherwise, how will I deal with it next time she brings up marriage?"

That person hurriedly made amends, "That's right, the instant noodle princess loves you to death, she even bought a house for you to marry you, how could she really take the initiative to break up with you."

"It's just a last-ditch effort to force you to submit."

Kane became more sober and thought that was probably the case.