It was already ten o'clock, but Stanley had not yet returned.
Not knowing what feelings were arising in her heart. Sharon could not tell whether she was disappointed or sad?
There were all kinds of mixed emotions, and she was not able to digest them. Those emotions were like strings, pulling at her feelings. Sharon felt the uneasiness in her heart, but there was no emotion shown on her face.
Hence, she sat on the sofa in a daze, counting the time in her heart. Time flew by, and she continued to wait for another hour. Still, the man did not return.
Finally, she gave up.
Standing up, Sharon headed for the second floor. Hazel, who was taking a nap on another sofa, woke up at the commotion. She thought that Stanley had returned, and hurriedly stood up. "Is Mr. Jones home?"
With an indistinct voice, Sharon replied, "No, he is not. It's getting late and I'm too sleepy, so I'm not waiting anymore. Hazel, you should go and rest too."
Yawning, Hazel did not hear the weird tone in Sharon's words. She then nodded and said, "Yes, It's really late. Good night."
"Good night."
Returning to her bedroom, Sharon took a shower. After coming out, she curled up under the blanket. Summer had already passed, and the temperature at night was getting colder by the day.
Feeling the coldness from her feet to her hands.
The air conditioner was not turned on, and she was covered in her blanket, but still, she felt cold.
Stunned, as she felt that her cheeks were wet. She raised her hand and touched it, and her hand was wet.
Did she cry?
Biting down on her lips, Sharon silently cursed herself for being useless. As she was crying because she was mad at that man. She felt ashamed.
After being stuck in the blanket for some time, she poked her head out, as the oxygen inside was running low. Sharon then took a deep breath, and peeked at the clock. It was almost 12 o'clock, but the man had not returned.
Lost in her own thoughts, why was he not back yet?
Did he not promise her that he would return before 10 o'clock?
Could it bethat something had happened?"
With that, her emotions started to change from being angry and sad, and now she was worried.
Quit being so arrogant, and lower down your self-esteem, Sharon thought to herself. She should give him a call and ask him what was going on.
Immediately, Sharon turned over and stood up. She took out her phone and called Stanley.
"Beep beep beep..."
Within three beeps, someone had picked up the phone. "Hello?"
The woman's soft voice came clearly from the line. It was no one other than Rebecca.
Completely stunned, the corners of Sharon's eyes widen. "Where's Stanley?"
Squeezing out a few words from her throat, she asked.
"Is this Sharon?" Rebecca chuckled. "Stanley is too tired, and he's resting by my side. Today, he had been running all over the place to search for me. Why not call him tomorrow? I think he's sleeping too soundly, and I can't bear to wake him up. I know you don't have the heart to wake him too, right?"
Holding on to her phone, the blood over her body froze. It felt like a basin of cold water was poured from her head to toe.
How ironic.
"Let him sleep." Sharon's face was expressionless. "I won't call again."
After finishing her words, Sharon hurriedly threw the phone away, as if she was throwing away those disgraces.
When she lay down again, Sharon's heart was almost numb. She could not feel cold, nor could she feel any emotion.
As she closed her eyes, the thought of what Stanley had said in the morning kept coming back and forth
"Just stay at home and wait for me..."
"I'll be back before 10 o'clock..."
"The one I love now is you..."
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