My Husband's Mistress Looks Like Me

"Boom "

"Boom "

The rain outside the window was so heavy that it was like a thin veil covering the sky of Squareburg, with lowhanging black clouds, and the wind swaying, making it impossible to see clearly beyond five meters.

At Laneshire.

Holding the mobile phone, Sherry Wallis looked fixedly at the ambiguous pictures sent from the mobile phone.

It was a picture of a woman kissing her husband.

"Ms. Wallis, I'm sure you've seen the photo, so without further ado, I've slept with Pacey Grant and he said he would marry me."

Hearing this, Sherry chuckled.

"What are you laughing at? Don't you believe it?"

Sherry got up from the sofa and suddenly her eyes went black. She took a few seconds to get her breath again. Her hypoglycemia seemed to have gotten a lot worse recently.

She shook her head, whose tone was mild but words were sharp: "Since he promised you, why are you still here? Miss, are you short of money for an abortion? Or contraceptives? Are 30 dollars enough? I can take it as a handout for the prostitutes, or...to settle the money for your photo retouching."

"You don't have to put it so harshly. I know you're very angry right now, but with a man as good as Pacey, can you still expect him to have only one woman for the rest of his life?!" The woman screamed.

Sherry just chuckled and said, "Yes, he will only have me in his life."

They had known each other for ten years and married for three years. They once started a business together and survived the days of having nothing. How could she trust an outsider instead of her lover?

At night, Pacey took faltering steps to knock on the door.

Sherry hurried up to him. As soon as the door opened, the man approached her, hugged her tightly with his long arm, and put his jaw on her shoulder, as if they were inseparable. He called her: "Sher~~"

Sherry was afraid that he would fall, so she took his full weight with her body. This man, no matter how strong he was outside, would always show his childish side in front of her.

She helped the man to the bed: "Why are you so drunk again?"

Pacey lay on his back on the bed, his arms tugging, pressing her underneath him, his drunken eyes as deep as night. Since when did the highspirited and vigorous young man grow into a man that she could not seethrough?

He nibbled lovingly at her slender neck, "Sherry, say you love me."

Sherry had always obeyed him. Even when he bit her painfully without knowing it, she still indulgently inserted her lilywhite fingers into his short hair, "Pacey, I love you."

From the moment she gave up on his clingy pursuit, to the moment she nodded to be with him, Sherry never thought she would love anyone else in her life.

"Let go of me first. I'll make some sober soup for you, otherwise, you will have a headache tomorrow." She whispered.

As if he hadn't heard, he held her tightly, which seemed like he wanted to embed her in his body, "Sherry, you are mine."

Sherry nodded: "Yes, I'm yours. Could you let go of me now?"

As if satisfied with the answer, Pacey's head pressed against her shoulder, and fell into sleep.

Sherry got up and skillfully undressed him, blaming him with a little crossly for acting like a child and sleeping without caring anything after being drunk. "How come after all this time you still..."

Sherry froze on the spot after she saw the crimson lipstick mark on his white shirt.

"...do you expect him to have only one woman for the rest of his life?!" The woman's barking words rang out again in Sherry's ears.

She took his shirt and looked for a moment at the man on the bed with whom she had been for ten long years. She witnessed him going from an ordinary young man to the newly rich of Squareburg.

The next morning.

Pacey woke up and subconsciously reached out to wrap his arms around the woman beside him, but he only caught air.

He sat up and the pain in his head told him how much wine he had drunk yesterday.

He pinched his temples with his fingers, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a shirt lying flat on a chair, with its collar turned out and a noticeable lipstick marked on it.

Pacey's fingers paused. He suddenly snatched the covers off and stood up, taking a few steps forward and holding yesterday's shirt in his hands, with fingers tightening slowly.

"Time for breakfast."

Standing in the doorway, Sherry called him peacefully, as if she had not seen the shirt in his hand at all.

But Pacey knew that she must have seen it.

"Yesterday, at a dinner party, someone fell after drinking too much, and I gave her a hand." At the table, Sherry didn't say anything, and Pacey explained after thinking about an excuse, "It should be that time that I accidentally got lipstick marks."

Sherry listened quietly and suddenly lifted her eyes, "Pacey, do you have an affair?"

She asked very straightly, without any foreshadowing or covering up or warning.

She always thought that since they were married, there was no need to be scheming like strangers. They could talk about anything.

A subtle light flashed in Pacey's deep eyes. "No." He said.

Sherry smiled after hearing his words: "Hurry up. As a boss, you can't take the lead in being late."

He said no, then no.

Just like back then, when the two joined hands to establish the SherryGrant Group, he said it was enough for him to earn money alone to support the family, and she agreed.

Money and status, in her opinion, were not as important as his love.

Before going out, Pacey grabbed her slender waist and kissed her cheek: "Wait for me."

SherryGrant Group.

Pacey sat at a big desk, with his fingers propping on the desktop, and his knuckles tapping against it.

"Dong "

"Dong "

“……”

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. A woman's joyful and charming voice came over at once, "Pacey~~"

"Wynne Jones, you're out." He said coldly.

Wynne forced a smile, "What are you talking about?"

Pacey said: "Get out of my sight and don't let me see you again."

Only then did Wynne realize that he was not joking, and being frightened, she said, "Why? What am I doing wrong? Tell me, I can correct them. I can do anything for you."

Pacey stood in front of the french window with his hands folded, without any ups and downs in his voice: "You shouldn't let her know your existence. Leave by yourself, and don't make me do it."

She was just a plaything that never qualified to show off in front of his beloved honey!

"No "

Wynne wanted to say something, but Pacey was not interested in continuing the phone call.

Wynne tried to call back, only to find Pacey had blackened her. She clenched her phone, with her eyes full of unwillingness.

It must be Sherry!

It must be because Sherry told Pacey about the photo behind her back that he broke up with her!

At Laneshire.

Shirley was reading. She felt a little tired unknowingly and fell asleep on the sofa. Recently, she became more and more lethargic and was always easily tired.

She was awakened by a hurried knock at the door, and outside the door, there was an aggressive woman she never met before.

"You are...?" She asked.

Wynne glared at her viciously for a few seconds and suddenly lifted her slap.

"Sherry, you bitch!"

Sherry grabbed her wrist and looked indifferently at the illcomer. "Do you want me to call security?"

Wynne pulled her hand free. "You told Pacey to kick me out, didn't you? Do you think that you can dominate him? I'm telling you, don't aim at the moon. Which boss doesn't have several paramours? Why do you have to cross me?!”

"You're the woman who called me yesterday morning with the photo?" Sherry seemed to have guessed who she was.

Wynne: "Such a poseur."

Sherry was not angry and let the woman come in.

She invited Wynne with a light smile on her face, but Wynne did not dare to step forward. It is a creature's instinct to be on the defensive when one faces unpredictable things and people.

"What do you want?"

Sherry sat on the sofa in the living room, took out her phone, and called Pacey: "A woman came to our house and said she was your lover..."

Pacey, who was preparing for the meeting, was gloomy after hearing her words.

"Mr. Grant " seeing him pick up his coat and walk out, the secretary instantly reminded him, "the meeting is about to begin."

"Postpone for two hours."

It took Pacey half an hour to return to Laneshire. At that time, Sherry estimated when he would come back, and made tea in advance.

"Miss Jones, please have a try. It is Pacey's favorite."

Wynne pushed away the tea and said: "I'm not drinking it. Who knows if you've tampered with the tea! Now you know why I'm here, I'm in love with Mr. Grant, you'd better step aside."

The hot liquid in the teacup splashed out and scalded her hands. Sherry put down the cup and wiped off the water droplets, as if nothing had happened: "The lipstick on his clothes was also something you did on purpose, right?"

Wynne said in disdain: "So what?!"

Sherry took a sip of tea and said, "Did he touch you?"

"When..."

"Bang!"

The door was thrown open with a loud bang and Pacey appeared at home with a sullen look on his face.

Wynne, being interrupted by the noise, stood up and walked to him, "Pacey, you're back. I..."

A slap on the face.

Pacey slapped Wynne with such force that the woman fell to the floor instantly. She covered her face and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"Get out!" Pacey only said two words coldly.

Wynne trembled uncontrollably under his harsh and somber look down. She had a gut feeling that at that moment Pacey wanted to kill her.

The pain in her face also reminded her of the warning Pacey had given her at the beginning never expect anything that doesn't belong to you.

Pacey played with women for novelty and excitement, but there was a taboo: no one was allowed to make trouble with his wife, Sherry.

Obviously, Wynne had broken the taboo.

"Get out, now!"

Wynne ran out with her face covered in her hands. As she ran to the door, she heard the man who always spoke harshly to her, lowered his stance as if to explain, "Just a bar girl. We only met twice..."

She didn't hear the latter words, because the moment she stepped outside, a man who was guarding the door, had covered her mouth and nose and got her into the car.

Sherry avoided Pacey's touch as she looked at him coldly and said, "Pacey, I told you that if you one day fall in love with another woman, I wanted it to be you telling me yourself, not...through another woman."

Pacey gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, looked at her fondly, and said, "Honey, you're always so calm." He glanced at the three teacups on the table, "If I had been a little late, you would have an afternoon tea with her?"

The wife in every case should not be as indifferent as an outsider in the face of a paramour who comes looking for trouble.

Sherry slightly drew her brows and wanted to say something, but at this moment, Pacey’s phone rang. It was from the secretary.

"Mr. Grant, everyone has arrived."

Pacey hung up the call and gave Sherry a gentle kiss on her lips, "I have things to do. What happened just now, won't happen again."

Sherry looked at his back as he left and suddenly she said, "Pacey, do you know what day is tomorrow?"

Pacey's phone rang again at that moment, which just covered her gentle voice, and as he picked up the phone, he walked outside.

Sherry turned to look at the empty wall. Here is the perfect spot she saved for their wedding photos.

When they got married, they were on the rise in their career. They were so busy that they didn't even have time to sleep every day. They didn't have any wedding ceremony, just spent an hour at the registry office to register their marriage.

There was no wedding, no diamond ring, not even a photo.

Pacey promised her that there would be a grand wedding when the company is on the right track, but Sherry was not someone who cared about the material existence. To her, even a grand wedding was just a show for outsiders.

However, she always felt that there should be a wedding photo placed in the center of the living room.

Now that the SherryGrant Group had succeeded, she thought that Pacey should be able to fulfill her wish, but he... he never mentioned it again.

"Buzz"

The phone vibrated, a message from the wedding dress store: 【Dear Sherry, you have made an appointment with our studio for tomorrow's wedding photography...... We will do our best to serve you.】

......

Hyatt Club. Man's paradise. A notorious place for throwing around the money.

In private rooms, men drowned themselves in sex and pleasures, with prostitutes lying on them erotically.

The dim light outlines his firm facial contours. He has a pair of charming eyes. He is wearing a handmade custommade suit that accentuates his seriousness and deepness. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his calm and handsome attracted the girls in the room.

He came here today with a few friends in business and soon felt bored. He shook the glass, sipped the wine, and planned to leave.

"Are you leaving now? The best part is yet to come... Are you afraid of being known by GM Sherry?"

Following the teasing, there was a flurry of laughter in the room.

Even though she had already left SherryGrant Group for two years, people who had seen her in the business back then were used to calling her GM Sherry whenever she was mentioned.

"Please stay, Pacey. Today is a good day. There are several new girls, very young and tender." The person in charge of Hyatt Club had a lot of makeup on. Even though she is in her 40s, she still looked attractive.

Pacey curled his lip and lazily said, “Ms. Carol, didn’t you hear them saying that I have a wife?”

Carol smiled fawningly at his words, "How could any man live with the same woman for the rest of his life? Even if she's beautiful, you will want a change after staying with her for such a long time, right? That’s the conditioning of life.”

Especially in this circle, there were no secrets, and Pacey was not a good husband who never cheated on his wife. Many people knew that he had just kept a mistress not long ago.

All her new bar girls are goodlooking, so Carol was sure that Pacey would be impressed.

"Since they're goodlooking, please introduce them to these bosses later. I'm afraid I have to leave now." He wasn't much in the mood today.

"Pacey! Pacey! They'll be here any minute." Seeing that he was leaving, Carol was anxious. He was a big customer of the club, and she must keep him tonight.

But it seemed that Pacey's indifferent about her words. Could the rumors be fake?

People say that, after three years of marriage, the couple really has a solid relationship, is that true?

"Carol! Help me!"

Before Pacey could open the door, a woman, with torn clothing, hands over her collar, and tears in her eyes, rushed into the room totteringly.

Sherry?

Pacey hold his breath, and for a moment it dawned on him that he was mistaken only for a second. When the woman raised her head, he already knew he had got the wrong person.

Farida Ross slightly raised her head, showing her deliberately decorated eyebrow. She was surprised and joyful: "Pacey...It’s you."

Pacey...

Somehow, there was a little bit of ambiguity in the air, especially when the affectionate woman slowly spoke out the man's name.

Carol noticed that Pacey had hold in his steps, and then she looked at Farida's pretty face. She smiled complacently: she was right. No man in this world did not cheat.

"Farida, what's wrong with you? It was you who begged me desperately that you need money for your badly diseased father. I kept you because I pity you. But you keep making trouble. If you offend the guests again, I won't keep you anymore."

Horror and fear flashed across Farida’s face. "Carol, I’m so sorry. But, but that man...he... he placed his hand on me, and I......"

Carol was unhappy about what she said: "What kind of place do you think our club is? Who do you think you are? If you want to make money and save your father, you have to risk everything. Since you are not willing to serve the customers, don't say that I leave you alone. Leave now. Hyatt is not for you."

Farida clenched her fists and bit her lip, with tears of humiliation in her eyes. "I, I...I understand," she said.

Before she left, she suddenly raised her eyes and glanced at Pacey again, as if she had gathered up all her courage. She said: "Pacey, will you...will you help me? I haven't...haven't been touched by anyone. As long as you help me, I... I am willing to repay you with anything."

Pacey did not answer her but did not refuse her either.

Carol is good at reading people’s faces. She immediately understood what is going on here. The reason she kept Farida was her goodlooking face. And She knows that as a pretty woman, Farida must be unwilling to be at the bottom all her life. She would sacrifice herself at all costs, as long as she found her prey.

Customers who came to Hyatt are all prestigious figures. Even if she couldn’t force one’s wife to leave, it was good enough to become a mistress.

Carol smiled: "Mr. Pacey, you see..."

"You know me?" Pacey looked into Farida's eyes. They looked very much alike indeed.

Farida nodded shyly, "I'm a student at Squareburg University, one year younger than you and Sherry."

Pacey lifted her jaw and gently rubbed her eyebrows, "Want to be with me?"

Farida nodded with a little shyness.

A few seconds later, Pacey let go of her hand.

Farida’s face went pale. She thought she was refused.

"I take her with me."

Even the most heavenly melody was not as beautiful as his words.

Carol’s face lit up with pleasure. She gazed at the shy Farida with a deep look in her eyes. She said with a smile: "As long as you like her, Pacey. Please take care of Farida."

Pacey threw a card for her.

Carol gladly took it. "Farida, from now on, you must serve Mr. Pacey well. I have told you that you are a lucky girl. It's so lucky for you to be chosen by Mr. Pacey."

Compared to those old and fat men who looking for sadistic pleasure, a handsome and rich young man like Pacey was of course the best customer.

“It seems like Pacey is the lucky guy. He has a pretty wife who could help him in his career. When he had a successful career, his wife willingly retired to the home and became a good housewife. Thanks to her, our Pacey was able to be a hero in the outside world to rescue the beauty!. But I wonder what would Sherry feel if she found she was cheated?” Yann Moore sneered.

Pacey slowly straightened his cuffs and pulled Farida over incidentally. His bony fingers lifted her hair. "Mr. Moore likes Sherry too, isn’t he?"

Pacey’s mouth raised a mocking smile. “...unfortunately, she is my wife, forever.”

Farida was taken away by Pacey, under the envious sights of other girls.

"Come in."

Pacey took her to one of his apartments, which was elegantly decorated and luxurious.

Farida entered and asked tentatively, "Is Sherry at home?"

Pacey, taking out a glass and a bottle of wine from the cabinet, glanced at her with a smile: "She doesn't live in such a place."

It's just an apartment. She deserves a better place.

Hearing this, Farida blushed and asked him cautiously, "That's not what I mean. I was just afraid...Sherry would be unhappy if she saw you took me home."

Pacey leaned on the sofa, swaying the wine glass with his slender fingers, sniffing the wine, and screwed up his eyes. He said: "Another woman was living here this morning, who was sent to a red light district in another country. Do you know why?"

Another woman?

Farida was stunned: "W......Why?"

Pacey sipped the wine\ with his thin lips, and the sweetness of the wine spread in his mouth "Because she disturbed Sherry's tranquility."

Suddenly, Farida felt creepy. She forced a smile.

Pacey waved his hand slightly letting her sit down: "Tell me about you."

Farida lowered her head and said: "My father had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage while working the year I graduated. Although he was cured, he spent all the family savings. My mother is in poor health and has no financial resources. All these years, my father was the only one who supported the whole family. Now, not only can he not work hard, but he also has to spend a lot of money on treatment every month. I ... I have no choice but to work in the Hyatt Club.”

She looked at the man in front of her with hope and anxiety as if he was her salvation.

Pacey didn't say anything, and Farida approached him cautiously, resting her head on his shoulder: "Pacey, help me."

Pacey raised his hand, touching her hair, and said something inexplicable. He said, "You have a pair of beautiful eyes."

She looked a lot like her.

Farida didn’t understand his words. Just then, Pacey's phone rang.

It was Sherry calling.

Pacey paused for a moment, put his finger on Farida's lips, and answered the phone.

Farida knew what that meant, and she kept quiet. She knew that she didn't have the qualification to say not.

"Sherry~~"

No matter how many years have passed, every time he called out her name, his voice was full of tenderness, which was exactly the same as when Farida witnessed their love in the college.

Farida was jealous of Sherry, but she didn’t show it.

Both of them were women, but she almost sell her body for a living, while Sherry was held in the palm of Pacey's hand.

"Pacey, are you still on your work? Tonight..."

"There's a meeting at night. I won’t go back if it's too late." Pacey said.

After hearing his words, Sherry, who was picking ingredients in the supermarket, paused for a moment. She never played a petty temper when it came to Pacey’s work. If he said he had work to do, no matter what she wanted to say, she could only reply to him: "Don't be too late. Take care of yourself...I'll bring you the dinner."

She had nothing to do at home, and she hadn't stepped into the company for a long, long time.

Pacey withdrew his fingers from Farida's lips, "There is no need to do this. I'll be distracted if you’re here."

He was very good at saying sweet words, especially to her. Otherwise, he couldn’t cajole her in those days.

After hanging up, Sherry in the supermarket looked at the food in her shopping cart and didn't want to continue shopping. She accidentally knocked over something on the shelf around the corner. When she bent down to pick it up, darkness came over her eyes.

She thought it was just hypoglycemia and didn't mind it, but as soon as she stood up, her head spins dizzily.

The thing in her hand fell and she fell to the ground.

"Are you alright?"

"Help! Somebody has passed out!"

Her mobile phone lay beside her, but they couldn't unlock it and contact her family. So people called 911 and sent Sherry who was in a coma to the hospital.

When Sherry awakened, it was completely dark outside the window.

"You finally awakened."

When she woke up, the first thing she saw was a young nurse.

"If you don't wake up, I'll ask a doctor to give you a full medical checkup." Said the nurse.

Sherry propped up and sat by the bed, massaging her temples with fingers, recalling what happened before she was unconscious: "What has been happening to me?"

"Dizziness caused by hypoglycemia, but you are in a serious condition. You have been unconscious for several hours. If possible, you'd better have a full medical checkup tomorrow to see if there are any other problems."

She suffered from hypoglycemia when she was a student. Many thin girls get this disease more or less. When they squat down and get up suddenly, they go black and can't see anything.

She knew she had the disease. When she was a child, she was malnourished. Later...she started a business with Pacey; because of this, her diet was irregular, and her hypoglycemia was even more serious.

She thanked the nurse for her kindness and went home after paying the infusion fee.

Pacey didn't come back that night.

Sherry sent him a message, telling him not to work too late and have a good rest.

However, she didn't get his reply.

The next day was their third wedding anniversary.

Sherry received a call from one of her former subordinates, "GM Sherry..."

Sherry closed the book in her hand and smiled: "Adam, I am not GM anymore."

Adam Green: "...Sorry. How've you been recent?"

"Well, I'm fine. How are things going with your work? After two years, your voice sounds much more sedate, and you are no longer so reckless as you used to be."

Adam smiled when they mentioned the past, but that's exactly why he's making this call today.

"Without the support of you, I would not be me today. Everyone misses you very much." His words are full of gratitude and...sorry.

Many older employees felt that the Group when Sherry was still there was the real SherryGrant Group. The Group has been changed since Sherry left. Now, Pacey decides everything on his own without listing to the employee's suggestions.

Sherry shook her head. She never took credit.

Adam paused and tried to bring the topic to Pacey: "After you resigned, Pacey took full charge of SherryGrant Group and engage in a lot more social activities. Some time ago, there was...... a woman. As you know...... Pacey is a young and rich man. Sherry, you should pay more attention to him."

He has made her words clear enough. If he didn't really appreciate her kindness, he wouldn't be involved in this trouble. After all, everyone knew that outsiders should keep away from other people's family affairs, otherwise they would end up in an awkward situation.

Sherry paused for a second and said, "He is not that kind of person."

He said that she is his only love in the world.

What's more, at the beginning of their startup, there was a daughter of a real estate tycoon like Pacey. Everyone knew that this was a good opportunity, but Pacey refused her.

Sherry met that girl. She was a young, beautiful, knowledgeable, and elegant girl from a decent family.

When Pacey had nothing, he would rather work to death for the business than break up with Sherry and marry the daughter of the real estate tycoon. Now that the Group was thriving and they had achieved financial success, how could Sherry believe that Pacey cheated on her?

Her words made Adam silent for a long time. He suddenly wondered if he should not have called her in the first place.

Sherry wasn't in charge of the business anymore and enjoyed being a housewife. In her eyes, Pacey was always the young man she loved. Wasn't it cruel of him to try to debunk this illusion?

"Sherry..."

When Adam was about to talk to her again, a hand grabbed him from his back and hanged up his phone.

Adam turned around and saw the face clearly. His complexion changed, "Pacey."

Pacey looked at him coldly, and smiled at him, "Who are you talking to?"

Adam didn't dare to tell him the truth. Everyone in the company knew that after Sherry left, the first order Pacey made was to prohibit anyone from bothering her with the company business.

He said he didn't want Sherry to worry about the business, but employees had speculated already that he wanted to completely cut off the connection between Sherry and the group.

After all...

As one of the founders, Sherry had an appeal no less than Pacey.

But how could a group have two big bosses?

When the news of Sherry's resignation was released, the employees were in an uproar. Sherry was the first one who stood out to appease them. She, still as gorgeous as ever, smiled and said: "I'm just a little tired over the years and want to return to the family to enjoy peace and happiness. The future of the group will rely on you all. I believe you won't let me down..."

She was always gentle and comforting, except when negotiating.

Adam didn't say anything. Pacey took the phone, which had not been locked, and looked at the call log. "Adam, you've worked here for a long time. Do you need me to teach you the rules?"

Adam bowed and apologized: "Sorry, Pacey."

Pacey looked at him with his deep eyes. It was a long time before he spoke: "What did you say to her?"

He didn't speak. Adam didn't dare to straighten his back or look up without Pacey's agreement. He said: "Just, just greetings. Sherry was kind to me. I haven't seen her for a long time, so I called her and send my regards."

A suspicious person like Pacey won't believe Adam, of course. But he still said: "You should congratulate yourself on being appreciated by her."

Pacey turned to leave when he threw the cell phone at Adam.

After he took four or five steps, Adam straightened up his back and raised his head. He looked at Pacey's back with a complex expression: That's all?

Pacey would let him go just because he was the employee that Sherry appreciated?

In the past two years, Pacey's mind was more and more difficult to fathom.

Laneshire.

After the call hung up, Sherry received an SMS from Adam that he had an urgent thing to deal with and would call her later.

Sherry read the SMS but didn't take it seriously.

After taking a nap, her mind was in a trance. To clear her mind, she went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water. However, when she opened her eyes, she saw the red blood in the washbasin.

She found her nose bleeding.

She took out one piece of tissue and press her nose with her head down. It bled for two or three minutes before stopping.

She called Pacey and asked him if he could come back earlier today. Pacey said he would come back as soon as possible.

After hesitating for a few minutes, Sherry called the wedding photo studio. "My husband is not available. Please cancel the reservation for me."

The store manager reconfirmed with her that the deposit would not be refunded, because they canceled at the last minute.

Sherry smiled and said, "OK."

After she resigned, he always seemed to be very busy and came back home later and later. Sometimes he even didn't come back at all.

His "as soon as possible" had already become a substitute for "will come back today". It was not that Sherry didn't suspect Pacey had other women behind her back.

But he said his only love was her.

He looked into her eyes and spoke to her so seriously. How could Sherry doubt him?

"Hey, you little bookworm, kick the ball over."

Sherry prepared several dishes in the evening and set up candles on the table. As the minutes ticked by, she fall asleep on the sofa.

In her dream, under the shade tree on the campus, a young man with a ruffian smile deliberately kicked the ball to the position where she read. Facing the wind, he winked with his attractive eyes and called her "little bookworm!".

In the summer of the second year of senior high school, the sun was scorching and the wind was blowing through the trees.

She was a quiet girl. Although she looks pure and attractive, she is an unwelcome slow starter who wasn't willing to communicate with others. She always sat in a quiet corner, reading a book.

He was an unruly schoolboy. He studied well but also fought with others. With a goodlooking face, he was welcomed by girls and had great appeal.

"Hey, what's your problem? How did Sherry annoy you? You've kicked the ball to her three times."

"Pacey, you want to draw Sherry's attention, but she always ignores you. Haha..."

"Lol, you're correct."

Teenagers at that age always had a desire to spy on ambiguous feelings.

The crowd finally shut up when Pacey flexed his wrist, waved his hand, and pretended to attack them.

However, he still needed the ball back.

In crooked school uniform, with his hand in his pocket, he kicked stones on the ground and went straight to Sherry sitting on the bench. The football was not far from her, but she didn't even look at it.

She didn't lift her head until a shadow came down on her and her book, blowing up the sun.

Unexpectedly, his face with a ruffian smile appeared in her eyes: "You despise me, don't you?"

He had a fight yesterday, leaving a wound on his face, but it didn't weaken his handsomeness.

"You're obstructing my reading." She said.

Her voice, as pure and gentle as her appearance, tickled his ears, and his heart.

This feeling arose from the first time he heard her reciting a highgrade essay in the class when he transferred to this school.

"Sherry, we were in the same class, and you wouldn't even help me to pick up a ball. Did I offend you, or do you despise me?" He didn't move away but stepped forward again. She sat there and his calf touched her knee.

Sherry looked at him, then the ball. She closed her book and said, "I picked it up for you once in PE class last month. Since then, you kicked the ball to me every PE lesson. The goal is nearly 500 meters away from me. You, who broke the goal record of school, should be a good shooter. So, I think you are disturbing me on purpose."

As if she was afraid he hadn't understood, or that she hadn't expressed herself clearly enough, she repeated, "You're deliberately asking me to pick up the ball for you...and I refuse."

Pacey wanted to laugh but held back as he listened to her rambling analysis and conclusion. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Well done." He bent his back, with his eyes fixed straight on her, and grinned gangly, "How about, you analyze again why I did what I did?"

He leaned to her that he breathed on her face. Sherry was a little uncomfortable. She frowned and turned away: "You stink."

Pacey: "..."

"Oops", "Haha..."

"It's god damn hilarious. Haha..." The others laugh at him.

They had been playing ball for almost a lesson, and, in such a hot summer. It was very normal that they were sweating and smelled bad. Boys wouldn't feel any discomfortable with each other. But now, Pacey, the notorious bully of the school, was disliked by the compliant girl of the class who was known to be gentle and never fight with anyone and even spoke in a soft voice!!!

It was enough to make them laugh for a whole year.

Pacey was angry. He threatened them sinisterly, "Is, that, funny?!"

Crowd: "..." It was funny. But they dare not to admit it.

Midnight. Laneshire.

As soon as Pacey came home, he saw the dim light in the dining room.

On the table, there were some covered meals, and Sherry lay on the sofa, already asleep. Beside her was a packaging bag, on which was her beautiful writing: Happy third anniversary, Pacey.

Pacey was suddenly stunned. He recalled that she had been so inarticulate in the last two days.

He sat beside the sofa and looked at her curled eyelashes, running his long fingers across her cheek, lingering briefly on it before moving his fingertips to her lips.

His fingertips brushed against her soft lips, pressing them and brushing again.

He bent down and covered her mouth with his thin lips, tossing and lingering.

Pacey carried her back to bed and sat by himself at the table, having the meal on the table. There was all his favorite food.

But it was cold. The good smell of the delicious food has no longer existed.

He tasted all the dishes one by one.

"Send me the Group's newest jewelry for next season." While Pacey was eating the cold food, he called his secretary.

Yolanda Lee hesitated: "You mean, send it to Laneshire?"

Pacey hung up the phone after giving a "hum".

There was an IPad placed on his table and an encrypted folder displayed on the screen. After decoding the file twice, the contents finally showed.

It was the image of the living room, or, to put it bluntly it was a surveillance video record.

Sherry in the video read books and cooked peacefully, waiting for him to come home. Then, she lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

Every day was the same as usual. The only difference was that she came back late last night.

Pacey pressed the pause button and looked at the picture after she entered the door. He paid attention to the time displayed on the screen, 10 p.m.

She never came back so late after leaving the company.

Where did she go?

Pacey slowly clenched his fist tightly.

He hated it. He hated that she was out of his control.

"Knock, knock"

There was a knock at the door and Pacey snapped back to his feet. Outside the door was Yolanda who was holding a shopping bag with the brand's logo on it.

"Pacey." Yolanda, wearing a sexy red Vcollar dress and musk perfume, perfectly showed her body superiority. On a night like this, she stood in front of his door, permeated with unspeakable seduction.

When Pacey took the jewelry from her hand, Yolanda stumbled. She explained as he looked at her: "I accidentally twisted my foot on the way here just now."

Pacey turned around, leaving the door open.

A tiny smile showed at the corners of her mouth as Yolanda limped in.

This was the first time she stepped into his house. Pacey bought this villa before Sherry resigned. Few people had come here except the servants who would do regular cleaning.

"Turn left. There is a medicine cabinet in the front drawer. Deal with it yourself." He said as he sat at the table, eating dinner.

Yolanda thought that he let her in because he was willing to help her. After hearing his works, she bit her lips, found the ointment for the sprain, and applied them to her foot randomly, She stole a quick look at Pacey.

"Pacey, these are already cold. Let me heat it for you." Yolanda came over, touched the cold plates, and tried to take over.

Pacey held her hand and looked at her with his dark eyes. "It's not your job."

Yolanda looked at him: "I am willing to do anything for you."

Pacey didn't say anything.

Yolanda sat on his lap and put her arm on his shoulder. "I'll be more obedient than Farida. You know, I'm not even afraid to die for you."

Pacey wanted to push her away, but he stopped because of her words: "I'm not even afraid to die for you."

Yolanda leaned on his shoulder. "I won't get pregnant. I'm more obedient than Farida and love you more than Sherry. I've been with you all these years and have never done anything that makes you unhappy. I love you, not for the birthright, and I won't disturb you and Sherry. I know your rules. I won't bring any trouble to Sherry like Wynne..."

Yolanda was a smart woman. She knew what Pacey cared about, so she didn't make a move until she thought she was ready.

Her red lips were like dewy flowers waiting to be plucked.

Yolanda believed that now was the best time.

But——

Pacey pushed her away. He leaned back in his chair."This is not the place for you to stay, please go back."

At that time, Sherry in the bedroom woke up vaguely and found herself lying in bed instead of on the sofa. She smiled and got out of bed, "Pacey."