Sherry touched her pale face with a slight grimace. "I'm going to the bathroom."
Carla watched Sherry leave and sensed that something was wrong judging by the look on her face. She glanced at Noah who was casually pouring a cup of water for her brother and passed it to him.
"Mr. Noah, what's wrong with Sherry? Did you two argue?"
The waiter carrying two plates of food approached and placed them on the table.
"You don't need to call me Mr. Noah. Just call me Noah. My full name is Noah Hua. But my friends just call me Noah," he said quietly.
Carla was startled for a brief second. She thought that he would never tell her the truth.
"I'm sorry. But I don't usually like to tell people my full name when I just meet them because I don't want any unnecessary trouble. But we are friends now. If I didn't tell you my full name now, then it would appear that I was an insincere person."
Noah smiled amiably and pushed the plate of food on the table closer to Sean.
Sean was so hungry, and his mind was only on the food in front of him. He wasn't paying much attention to their conversation. He picked up the chopsticks and began devouring the food.
"You don't need to explain. I fully understand. It's very acceptable for people of your social status to feel that way," Carla said with a smile. She didn't expect that he would be so candid with her.
A long time had passed when Sherry had finally returned.
She sat at the table with her eyes downcast.
Sherry was feeling frustrated. She went to the bathroom to save herself from creating an embarrassing scene. She had barely entered the bathroom when she burst into tears. It took her a while to finally calm down and although she put a thick layer of face powder on, it was still obvious that she had been crying.
Sherry became quiet and focused on eating, barely saying a word.
After dinner, Carla suggested that Noah and Sherry go together, while she and her brother catch a taxi home.
However, Noah insisted on taking them all home himself. Carla and Sean first and then dropping Sherry off on his way back to the hotel.
Carla didn't refuse since it was safer to have so many people together.
When Noah had dropped Carla and Sean off, he turned to Sherry and asked, "Where do you want to go?"
Sherry shifted uncomfortably in the front passenger seat.
She kept her gaze straight ahead and said stiffly, "Go to the hotel."
Noah paused while looking at her for a moment and then turned the car into the direction of the hotel.
In the luxury suite of the hotel.
Sherry had a shower and then slipped into some sexy lingerie and covered herself with a bathrobe.
She was bitterly upset at the restaurant when she found out that Noah would never be hers. Since then she had thought it over and decided if she couldn't have this man, then she would sleep with him once. That way, she could at least say that he was hers, even if it was for only one night.
Besides that, if she couldn't get him then Carla couldn't dream of having him either.
Noah had left Sherry at the hotel while he went to handle some business matters of his own. He still hadn't changed out of his clothes nor had a shower yet. When he entered his hotel suite, Sherry greeted him seductively.
"Noah," she purred.
Staring at him with alluring eyes, she slowly walked towards him in her stiletto heels. The bathrobe slipped down from her shoulders exposing a rose tattoo.
"Just for one night, I will be the only one in your heart, okay?"
Noah wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her roughly to him. His deep-set amber eyes looked into hers as he ran his other hand down the curves of her body.
Sherry let out a small moan and rubbed her body against him full of desire. She had already unbuttoned his shirt and her hands were caressing his broad chest. "Noah—," she said breathlessly.
Noah moved his hand to her face and grasped her chin squeezing hard. He lifted it up. His cold eyes stared blankly down at her, there was no desire in them.
"Put your clothes on and leave, Sherry."
Sherry was startled. Her hands were still grabbing at his clothes. Her voice began to tremble as she sobbed, "Why, Noah?
What's wrong with me?"
'I'm not even good enough for him to sleep with for one night. Why?
Why doesn't he want me? '
"I don't like women with tattoos,"
he said without any emotion in his voice. He released her and turned away from her without giving her another glance.
Sherry was left in the middle of the room half-naked and in a daze. She felt so unattractive, dejected and discarded like a piece of rubbish just tossed aside on the street.
"Noah! I can get it removed if you don't like it," Sherry pleaded with him as she broke down and began to cry behind him.
However, one's love was not always returned with the same passion. Men tend to be fickle at times.
Certainly, there were men who disliked women with tattoos. However, this wasn't the case with Noah. He couldn't have cared less about Sherry's tattoo. He just used it as an excuse. Noah had changed his mind at the last moment.
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