Chapter 29 Sleeping In The Lounge

Sherry and Chester had already been chatting for a while and still, the client hadn't replied yet. When they had finished eating the roast chicken, they started drinking beer.

Chester had brought several cans of beer and he quickly went through all of them as he started talking about his college days.

"I heard you were quite popular back in the day. The professors said you were very popular with the girls. Everyone wanted to date you. You were practically everyone's dream guy!" Sherry's cheeks were already flushing as she was already a bit drunk.

Chester could see that. Still, he gazed at her with a smile on his face.

This was a completely different from Sherry from how she normally acted.

"Are you saying that you had a crush on me during that time?" he asked with a smile.

Stunned for a moment, Sherry shook her head. Then she said frankly, "No, I liked someone else back then."

Chester raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised at Sherry's honesty. "Really? Who did you like back then? Who could you possibly have a crush on?"

Sherry narrowed her eyes and smiled. She put her index finger against her lips and whispered, "That's a secret."

After she spoke, she raised her head and downed a big gulp of beer. Then she clicked her tongue as if to say that she wanted more.

The beer he had brought was imported and it tasted very good. However, Sherry couldn't drink much as she didn't really want to get drunk again.

As Chester looked at Sherry, he couldn't help but wonder to himself if Sherry was the type to get crazy whenever she got drunk. He didn't really like taking care of people like that.

Still, he didn't stop her from drinking more. Sherry was already tongue-tied just from finishing her first can. By the time she had finished drinking her second, she was already leaning on the table.

"Sherry," he called softly.

She merely mumbled in response, still not budging.

As Sherry lay her head on the table, her hair fell consequently covering her entire face. Chester then reached out to lift her hair away from her face, showing her lovely face.

Staring at her for a while, he suddenly stood up.

Upon checking, he saw that there was still no new e-mail—the client still hadn't responded. He then turned off the computer and bent down to pick up Sherry.

It was already 11 at night. He had gotten her address from her resume but he didn't want to drive her home.

So he went up to the elevator to take her to the lounge behind his office.

Suddenly, Sherry groaned, giving a loud burp. Chester merely smiled to himself upon hearing this. She was so different to how she normally acted.

"You said it yourself. I've already signed my name..." she said in a daze.

After a few moments of silence, Chester asked, "What did you just say?"

"Don't, don't leave me. I can change myself for you..."

He fixed his gaze on her face.

She pouted her lips, looking upset.

What was going on? Who was she dreaming about? Even in her dream, she was begging this person not to leave.

He grabbed a blanket to cover her with. As he was placi

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

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"Got it." She then gathered her hair in a pony tail hurriedly.

Needless to say, everyone was taken aback at how Chester had behaved.

"The toiletries are in the right washroom. Clean yourself up," he added.

"All right," she answered in a low voice.

Since he was so tall, he had blocked Sherry from everyone else's view. Thus, the rest of the men in the room could only hear them talking.

"Go back inside," Chester said.

Sherry was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury herself in it. She quickly turned around and went back inside the lounge, closing the door behind her.

"Mr. Gu, who was that lady?" someone asked.

Only two men in the room knew who Sherry was and that was Jeremy and Barry. As Barry glanced at Jeremy, he knew how difficult his situation must be right now.

Chester smiled apologetically. It wasn't surprising at all that he was quite popular with women.

"Sorry for the interruption. Let's continue." Chester returned to his seat and glanced at Jeremy from the corner of his eye.

Jeremy had kept his composure which led Chester to assume that he didn't care.

Jeremy was a playboy by heart. He was acting as if nothing had happened even though deep inside, he was hoping that Sherry wouldn't fall in love with Chester.

Leaning against the door, Sherry clutched her chest and took a deep breath.

Her heart sank when she saw the look on Jeremy's face.

The anger in Jeremy's eyes were obvious. She was terrified to see his burning anger.

"What do I tell him?" She stood in front of the mirror in the washroom and looked at herself. Her cheeks were flushed and her clothes were disheveled. It looked as if she had slept with Chester.

Everyone in the conference room must have been thinking the same thing—including Jeremy.

Even if Jeremy had thought so, would he think how he had cheated on her on more than one occasion?

Sherry widened her eyes as her mind raced. She decided that she was going to be honest with him no matter what.

Suddenly, she heard the door opening.