Chapter 4 I'll help you wash up

Shaun stopped and looked at the slender fingers that were grabbing his shirt. His eyes deepened.

"Why?"

Maeve lowered her eyes and lied, "I'm... scared."

Maeve didn't even dare to raise her eyes to make such a lame excuse. She didn't know if he would believe it.

She added in a low voice, "I just took medicine. I'll be fine after a good sleep."

Shaun lowered his eyes. From his angle, he could see Maeve's face half-hidden in his arms.

She had a small face and beautiful eyes. Her curled eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes. Because of the fever, her fair skin was pink and looked particularly weak.

Shaun's heart softened inexplicably.

He turned around, opened the door skillfully, and sent the woman to the bed in the bedroom.

Maeve's heart was relieved. She had just sweated because of nervousness, making her body sticky and even her hair wet. Now she just wanted to take a shower and sleep.

"I'm fine." She meant to drive him away.

After all, Shaun was used to sleeping in a big villa and had never been relegated to her small apartment.

"Yeah."

The man responded, but did not leave. Instead, he raised his hand to untie his tie, and then unbuttoned his shirt...

Maeve was completely bewildered, and she almost couldn't breathe. Her eyes widened, "Why are you taking off your clothes?!"

She was like this, and this man was still just thinking about venting. Is he still a human being??

Shaun raised his eyelids and stared at her with his black eyes.

Maeve's heart was pounding.

She couldn't stand being looked at so closely by Shaun

His eyes were different from others. When he looked at her, he was full of desire.

It was as if she was not wearing anything now.

Maeve bit her lip lightly and said, "I don't feel well."

The meaning was that she could not serve him in bed right now.

Besides, they were about to get divorced, so they couldn't do that.

Shaun didn't speak, his expression was heavy, and there seemed to be a fiery color in his eyes.

The next second, he leaned over, supported his hands on the side of the bed, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Mae, I'm not such a beast."

When "Mae" came out of his mouth, it sounded full of desire and particularly ambiguous.

Looking at her flushed face, Shaun turned around with satisfaction and went to the bathroom.

Maeve's face was burning after realizing it, and it was all his fault for doing things that would cause misunderstanding.

Soon, Shaun came out, tilted his head to glance at Maeve, and said that the water was ready.

The man was so gentle that she was a little surprised.

Maeve has always loved cleanliness, and now she can't stand her wet body anymore, and she immediately wants to soak in the bathtub.

She stood up, and because she was too fast, her head felt dizzy for a moment, and she almost couldn't stand.

Fortunately, Shaun supported her waist in time, and then picked her up and walked directly to the bathtub.

The familiar cold fragrance made Maeve's heart beat like a drum. She was so nervous that she stuttered, "Put me down, put me down."

Shaun listened to her. After putting her down by the bathtub, he reached out to help her unbutton her dress.

His movements were familiar and his expression was meticulous. He took off her clothes as if he was checking his work, without any unnaturalness.

The man's fingertips were slightly cold, and Maeve couldn't help trembling wherever he touched them.

She hurriedly grabbed her collar, her face flushed, and then she said shyly, "I can do it myself, you get out!"

Looking at the girl's nervous look, Shaun pursed his lips and said in a lazy tone, "It's not the first time I help you wash."

Maeve's ears were red.

In the past, after the two of them went crazy, there were several times when Shaun carried her to the bathtub to wash when she was exhausted. Although when he was washing, the man always...

Now, whenever she sees the man filling the bathtub, she can't bear to look directly at it.

Maeve tried hard to dispel the colorful images in her mind, took a deep breath, and said, "Shaun, get out."

Shaun stopped teasing her and went out.

Then, she heard the door slam shut.

After taking a shower, Maeve felt refreshed. She opened the door in her bathrobe, but she didn't expect Shaun to be there.

Maeve had no choice but to ignore him, wrapped her hair and prepared to go to bed, but she didn't expect him to pinch her waist and carry her to the bathroom.

"Are you going to bed without drying it?"

After saying that, Shaun spread her hair and picked up the hair dryer to dry it.

Maeve's heart was like a tangled mess, and she stared at the mirror in a daze. The man's wet black hair looked different and lustful.

The familiar smell kept drilling into her nose, making her heart beat fast.

His approach was a torment for her, and she was afraid that she would not be able to let go.

After drying her hair, she looked at the man in the mirror and whispered thank you.

Shaun was standing behind her, and the two were very close.

He supported the table with one hand, looked at her in the mirror lazily, with a frivolous look at the end of his eyes, and asked, "How to thank?"

Hearing this, Maeve almost choked, her beautiful eyes widened and she looked at Shaun speechlessly.

In the past, she always thanked him with her body, but not now.

They are about to get divorced!

In the mirror, the girl's eyes were peach-colored, and the tip of her nose was also light pink, which made a man's blood boil.

Shaun just felt upset. He suddenly reached out and pinched Maeve's chin, turned his face and said a little fiercely, "Don't look at others like this in the future."

Maeve was completely stunned, and she didn't understand what he meant.

Shaun's eyes dimmed slightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Not everyone is as gentlemanly as me."

She didn't know how many men would be impulsive when she was like this.

Seeing Shaun's face getting closer and closer, Maeve was a little at a loss. She turned her face away and tried to avoid it.

But the man held her shoulders and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Don't move."

Their lips met and their eyes were entangled. Maeve thought he was going to kiss her. Her heart was out of control and even her eyelids were trembling.

But no, the man gently kissed her forehead, as if branding her.

Then he pinched her hot face and said in a hoarse voice, "This is a punishment."

He said it seriously.

Maeve: "..."

Are you sure you are not talking nonsense?!

While she was angry, she felt that she was too disappointing.

She was so easily drunk in the gentleness of a man.

The phone suddenly rang, instantly pulling Maeve out of the gentle dream where she was drowning in.

She consciously left and gave him some space.

Shaun picked up the phone and went to the balcony.

After chatting for a few minutes, the man hung up the phone and walked over.

Maeve was already lying on the bed, wrapped in a quilt.

She knew he was leaving, but she didn't move.

Without waiting for the man to speak, she covered herself with the quilt and said, "Close the door when you leave."

"Have a good rest."

Shaun said, picked up his coat, walked to the door, looked back at the bed, and left.

It wasn't until the door was closed that Maeve revealed her wet eyes from the quilt.

It was as if someone had torn a crack in her heart, and something bitter flowed out.

Everyone knew that Shirley was the only person Shaun had ever loved. What could she compare with?

With this baby who was destined to be unloved?

Maeve tore the pregnancy test form that she had hidden back in the drawer into pieces.

Now she was a little glad that she didn't say it, and there was no need to humiliate herself again.

...

Private hospital.

Shaun stood in front of the window, the moonlight on the man's cold and white face, showing his delicate features and outstanding temperament.

"Brother Shaun."

Shirley called out weakly from the hospital bed.

She wore a lavender deep V-neck dress under her hospital gown, which fit softly around her waistline, making her look slender and gentle.

Shaun came to his senses and walked over, saying in a gentle tone, "You're awake."

"Well, I'm causing you trouble again." Shirley said guiltily, "Aunty Lily is really something, she's so worried about a small problem that she has to call you over."

When Shirley said this, she appeared touched, and indirectly reminded Shaun that she was a special person to him.

"It's okay." Shaun's cold face showed no emotion, and asked, "Do you want to eat something? I'll ask Zayne to buy it."

"I don't want to eat." Shirley's voice was soft, and she asked tentatively: "Where were you at night? Did I delay your work?"

"No." Shaun replied calmly, he raised his hand to look at his watch, "It's very late, you should have a good rest."

"Brother Shaun, I'm so scared."

Shirley suddenly reached out and hugged Shaun's waist from behind, her voice choked with sobs, pitiful.

"Don't leave tonight, okay?"