His Sweet Menace novel

---- Chapter 34 The bodyguard nearby stepped forward , yet he was too scared to intervene . He pleaded , "Ms. Locklear , please try to convince Mr. Bowman to go back for treatment. He came straight here the moment he woke up in the hospital. If he keeps this up, he's going to die." "Shut it! This is none of your business! Stand down!" Charles ordered, gasping for air. Then, he seized my wrist, forcing me to look at him. " Shay, tell me you have feelings for me.

I'll believe you then." Night had fallen, so I couldn't see his eyes, but I sensed the desperation in them. I opened my mouth, my voice shaky from the cold." Charles, why lie to yourself?" Seeing me shiver, he tried to drape his coat over me. "No. It's dirty," I refused , not letting him touch me. For a moment, Charles froze. His always cool voice carried a hint of bitterness . "Shay, it's just one day. And now you won't even bother to lie to me?

"Shay, aren't you afraid I'll free the Moores and make all your efforts go to waste?" ---- He wasn't threatening me. He was just laying out the facts. I was sick of it. I dropped the innocent act altogether. " Do what you want. I'm not satisfied with them just rotting in prison. If I have to, I'll drag them to hell with me!" Maybe my answer enraged him. He dug his fingers into my shoulders. "Shay, you're going to do this just because I don't have your dead husband's heart?

"Shay, you know if you kept lying to me, I'd still do anything for you. You know I can't really hurt you. I've broken my own rules again and again for you." I lifted my gaze, my eyes lifeless . That's because I faked my love well enough to fool you. I drew out your real feelings." He visibly shuddered , unwilling to accept it. "What about the past four years..." "Allan act! Charles, you're smart. You must've guessed.

Every time I gave in and every time I flattered you or played coy were all fake. Oh, and that fire-the time I truly moved you? I knew you were testing me, so I bet my life on it." "Stop! Don't say any more!" All his life, Charles had ruled from the top, crippled only by his heart disease. He'd never been deceived or ---- trampled by anyone like this. The fact that he hadn't lashed out yet meant he was using every last shred of patience.

Meanwhile , I only kept provoking him, which made no sense-even to me. I didn't know why I was doing this. I was acting out of pure despair. Once my last hope collapsed, I felt hollowed out, ready to die. "Charles , I know you won't spare me. Just promise you won't free the Moores. Do whatever you want to punish me," I said calmly. "Even if you want my life, I won't resist." Those words hit him like a blow. He gave a tragic laugh.

"Shayla, what would I want with your life?" He moved closer, arms trembling as he hugged me." Shayla, I don't want your life. I want your love. That's all I want. "Shayla, I'm begging you... Love me."