Skeletons Of The Marital Closet novel Chapter 585

Chapter 585
Shawn snorted deeply, and his expression became stern. “How do you know that I will be in a good mood? Instead, I hate you so much because you have a face similar to hers. I just want to scratch it and destroy it?”
“After all, my Gale is unique. No one can be her, and no one can replace her,
including you!”
“Why do you have a face similar to hers? Huh?”
Winnie did not expect him to say that. Her face turned pale in an instant, and she covered her face. “No, Mr. Wood, don’t scratch my face…”
“Then get out!”
Winnie scrambled and crawled out of the master bedroom.
Shawn, who had been gentle and considerate to her before, suddenly turned his back on her, so heartless and terrifying!
In the master bedroom, the silence was restored.
The cigarette in Shawn’s hand also burned out, burning his fingers.
He looked tired.
“It doesn’t look like her anymore…”
“Shawn, you are so st*pid.”
“Why do you think she’s back?”
“It’s been four years, and you have never dreamed of her. I would like you in my
dreams.”
“No matter how much you deceive yourself, you know Winnie is just Winnie.”
Thinking of the excitement and uncontrollable emotion when he met Winnie in the banquet hall, Shawn could only pull his lips with a wry smile.
At that moment, he really thought that Gale was back, standing right in front of him, within reach of his hand.
Just for that moment.
Soon Shawn understood that it was not Gale.
It was just that he did not want to face the fact, let alone wake up. That was why he
brought Winnie back to the house.
Since it was not his Gale… he let her go.
“Gale…”
Shawn murmured the name all night long.
Although he closed his eyes, he was wide awake as he just sat on the sofa until
dawn.
Light shone through the curtains on Shawn’s high and straight nose.
As time passed, the light dazzled his eyes.
Shawn got up and walked into the bathroom.
Another night, and finally made it through.
For him, the night was the most difficult and longest time, the long night was lonely.
After taking a shower, sh*ving his beard, and putting on a new shirt and suit, Shawn regained his calm and dignified appearance.
He had just reached the stairs when Summer ran into the living room.
“Summer?” The housekeeper saw her and quickly said hello. “Why did you come to Temperley Hall today? Are you here to pay homage to Gale?”
“No, today is not the day. Where are you? Why did you disappear?” Summer looked
around.
“Summer, who are you looking for?”
“Didn’t Shawn bring a woman back last night? Where is she? No…”
Summer’s eyes widened.
Upstairs? In the bedroom?
What would happen when a lonely man and a single woman slept in the same room?
The housekeeper nodded. “Yes, Mr. Wood brought Ms. Nightingale home. She is in the kitchen now.”
“Ms. Nightingale? Kitchen?”