His Sweet Menace novel

---- Chapter 15 I left the country and rented a small place overseas. I kept tabs on things back home, getting occasional updates from my friend. On the second day after I left, Charles flew into a rage. He tore through all of Grouchester , searching for a woman named "Shayla Moore". It wasn't hard to guess that Lilith had told Charles she caught me cheating with Horace, and I got so scared that I ran away in the night. On the third day after I left, Lilith still hadn't made up with Charles.

The Bowman family cut off all cooperation with the Moore family. Besides, Charles took out his anger on Horace. My friend told me Horace was so mad that he went looking for Charles several times, but Charles refused to see him. I didn't care what happened to Horace. It had nothing to do with me. Anyway, Horace liked Lilith. If he had to take the blame for her, I figured he'd be happy to do it. On the seventh day after I left, my friend called me. "Shay, Charles suddenly disappeared .

He probably ---- found out where you are. I heard his private jet is gone, too. Are you going to keep hiding?" Hide? Why would I hide? I wanted him to find me. I was already thinking about leaking my location if he took too long. It snowed here as well. The moment I stepped out of the convenience store, I sensed someone following me. I lived in a small place down an alley. Late at night, snow drifted through the air, and the streetlights were dim.

The moment I walked into the alley, someone slammed me against the wall and bit my neck hard. "Ouch! Let go of me! Don't touch me! I have a husband " I pretended to fight him off and tried to reason with him, saying, "If you want money, I'll give you money! Listen. My husband is Charles Bowman. He's powerful. If you touch me, he'll kill you!" "Shayla, cut the act!" His voice stopped me cold. My whole body went tense. I slowly turned and saw Charles in a black coat, eyes full of fury.

"Charles..." ---- "Who's your husband?" He grabbed my collar . He was the kind of man who rarely showed his emotions, yet now, he looked ruthless and cold. "You're really good at hiding!" "Well, not that good since you found me." I gave him a playful grin, trying to act harmless. He said nothing. He just stared at me with a look of frightening possessiveness. Then, he scooped me into his arms and strode toward my place. Without thinking, I struggled again.

He lost his balance for a second and let out a low cough. Seeing this, I quickly asked with concern, "Charles , does your heart hurt? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run off..." He fell silent. He looked down and saw the concern on my face. "Shay, what am I supposed to do with you?"