His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 815

Charles was losing himself in the lingering scent that came from Sheryl. His breath became quicker and searing. Sheryl, who was in shock and amazement just a moment ago, was gradually immersed in a deep and passionate kiss.

Charles' kiss deepened and became hungrier. After a good while, he realized that he had an erection. "Damn!" he cursed angrily and released Sheryl from his arms.

Sheryl blushed. She cast a furtive glance at Charles, but had no idea how to deal with such a situation. "I... I'll go now," she whispered, embarrassed and shy.

Then she immediately opened the door and pretty much ran away.

Charles struggled to get back his breath as he fixed his eyes on Sheryl from the car window. A smile of satisfaction broke on his lips. From the kiss, he was sure that Sheryl could not only get intimate with him but even enjoyed it.

This made his heart spring with joy.

Since the time Sheryl flung open the car door and escaped, she did not look back even for once. She ran straight back to her bedroom, rushed to the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror.

She had a myriads of conflicting emotions colliding on one another. She should have been angry, or at least surprised, at the unexpected kiss, but the woman in the mirror was just flushed with shyness and showed no other expression. She tried to blame herself but her heart defied her with all its might. It just wanted to sing a happy song. She could not stop smiling. She tried to look strict but her face defied. It sported a sense of completeness and bliss that it had been missing for years.

She squeezed her cheek and scolded herself, "Sheryl, what's wrong with you? Get sober."

Then she took a shower to calm herself down. As the water fell on her face and glided over her lips, she could not stop herself from closing eyes and feeling the warmth of Charles' lips on hers once again. She had just sat down in bed after the shower when her cell phone rang. It was a short text from Charles, saying, "Good night."

Holding her phone in both hands, Sheryl stared at the text message and giggled for a while.

Sue didn't go straight home after she left the party. Her house that once gave her a sense of security had been acquired by people who would do everything to deny the slightest peace of mind for her. After walking along the street for a long time and feeling the wind on her face, Sue realized that she had to go back to her house even though she didn't want to.

Where else could she go? Her brain prompted her to move towards her house while her feet refused to take a single step in that direction.

'There is no place for me in such a big city. How ridiculous!' she thought, feeling deeply aggrieved.

Even after reaching her apartment, she stood downstairs for a long time. She wanted to stay away as long as she could. She did not move upstairs till the time she could not stand the mosquitoes.

As soon as she opened the door of her apartment, she became all the more depressed. A sudden gloom fell upon her making her feel absolutely dark inside her mind. She had only been away for a day, and her clean house had become a pigsty. Sunflower seed shells, empty drink bottles and instant noodle boxes littered the floor. Crumpled clothes and shoes lay about on the couch, chairs and the floor.

The room was in such a mess that Sue hardly had any space to put her feet and walk.

She knew Peggy was dealing her a head-on blow.

A stiff frown settled on her face as she watched her apartment from one side to another. She thought to herself, 'God knows when the dark days would come to an end?'

But now she had to clean up the house as soon as possible, or she would not be able to rest tonight.