His Sweet Menace novel

---- Chapter 8 Charles' question made me lick my dry lips. He was too shrewd and paranoid. I had almost been burned to death, and he was still more rational than emotional. But that was okay, and I answered him patiently, "Of course, I'm sincere. That was a blazing inferno, and the chances of making it out alive were slim.

If it weren't for you being inside, I would've been crazy to goin." I didn't forget to slip into my manipulative persona, and I made myself sound regretful as I said, "I didn't know you weren't in there, Charles. I acted without thinking. I'm just so stupid, going through all this pain for nothing... "Charles, I'm so stupid. Are you going to like me less " Before I could finish, Charles suddenly leaned in and kissed me ever so softly. "You're not stupid, Shay.

You're not stupid at all." He sighed, refuting my words. Thad a look of innocence on my face, but inwardly , I was chuckling. ---- The one who was stupid wasn't me. It was Charles. By putting my life on the line, I had finally proven my sincerity and moved him. Right then, the doctor and some nurses walked in and caught us kissing. "Mr. Bowman, we need to run some tests on Ms. Moore." I blushed, feeling a little awkward. In comparison, Charles appeared nonchalant and unbothered.

He observed as the doctor and nurses did their tests and would occasionally ask a few questions related to my injuries. "Doctor, will my burns leave scars?" I asked, worried. "Ms. Moore, you have severe burns in two or three areas. Scarring will be inevitable." The doctor's answer made me uneasy. "Will I be able to recover completely through plastic surgery?" "It's hard to say. The burns are quite severe. It may be difficult to restore the burn sites to their original state.

" Hearing this, I didn't ask any more questions and fell silent. ---- After Charles dismissed the doctor, he sat by my side. "Shay, you just need to get better first. Scarring or not is just a small matter." "How can it be a small matter? If I have scars, then you'll not like me anymore-" Ihadn't finished speaking when I saw Charles' expression turn stormy, and I quickly fell silent. "Shayla, do you think I'm a monster?" he asked, his tone harsh.

In my heart, my answer was affirmative, but outwardly, I quickly shook my head. "T know you love Lilith and that you're only just playing around with me. The only things I can use to hold your interest are my looks and my body. I'm worried that once I have scars, you'll find me disgusting. By then, I won't be able to keep you by my side anymore." He had been deeply in love with Lilith. Only after she left did I come to him, and no matter how much he took it out on me, I never left his side.

In the end, I even made it into his bed! He had someone buried in his heart, so when he was with me, it was always physical and never anything more. And even that was built on the foundation that I was beautiful. ---- Would he have touched me if I were ugly? Of course not. "Shay, I'm... I'm not just playing around with you," he said carefully, his expression serious. Men. They always liked to say one thing to your face and another behind your back.

I had heard his conversation with Horace with my very own ears. It was most likely that he had been moved by my sincerity because of the fire and started developing feelings for me. I wouldn't need to be worried about him tossing me to the side for the meantime. "Shay, do you have a brother?"