Shaun had just stepped out of the shower when Shelley approached him with a glass of milk. "Eldest Young Master, let me blow dry your hair for you."
She tried to reach out but the man quickly dodged. "No need for that."
He drank the glass of milk and said flatly, “Go downstairs. I'll get you if I need you." 1
"But..." She could not hide the dissatisfaction in her eyes. "You shouldn't be left alone in this condition. I can place a makeshift bed on the side..."
"No." He frowned before saying, "This is the room I share with my wife. I don't like other women lingering around here."
"Sorry. I hadn't thought about that." She nodded, looking flustered. After leaving the bedroom, she bit her lips in annoyance. Shaun was not interested in her despite her and Sarah Neeson’s similar appearance.
However, it did not matter. She was halfway through her goal anyway.
The corners of her lips curled into a cold smile as she glanced at the glass of milk. 3
After Shelley left, Shaun got back in bed to check
Catherine's WhatsApp. There were no messages and updates from her or her social media.
This annoying woman. Did she really have to leave the house and ignore him just because of a small argument? 1
She had promised to spend the rest of her life with him, yet now, she abandoned him alone in the house. How could she?
He felt a sudden heaviness in his chest.
To stop himself from dwelling on that, he checked out his own social media feed. His handsome face fell at the sight of that trending hashtag, # EldestYoungMastersWifelnPub. He then clicked play o n the viral clip.
Inside the colorful pub, Catherine was positioned between Freya and Charity as they danced happily on stage. She had even tied a knot at the hem of her shirt, revealing her tiny waist and belly button. She looked like a little vixen.
He was so pissed that he almost spewed blood.
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