Chapter 1234

Chapter 1234

John turned around to her cold and sulky expression after he hung his jacket up.

With a grin, he walked over to her. He caught a glimpse of the dinner by her bed, so he asked, “Why haven't you had your

dinner?”

Sherry ignored him.

John sat on the edge of the bed. “Lost your appetite?”

“You made me lose my appetite,” Sherry snapped.

John smiled while he started to unbutton his shirt. “It's okay. You can eat later when you feel better.”

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Her gaze shifted, and she immediately said, “I suddenly feel hungry again!”

John‘s hands froze while he stared at her.

Without skipping a beat, she got up to the side of the bed and started eating

John sat beside her, watching her eat.

Sherry ate particularly slow. She could sip a spoon of soup for more than ten seconds and chew on a piece of meat for longer

than a minute. She was obviously stalling time.

He allowed her to delay the inevitable nonetheless. He

got up and sat on the chair by the window and simply picked up a book to read.

The book was from Queenie, and it was a novel about school romance. Two turns of the pages later, he put the book back and

propped his forehead on his fist with his eyes lazily glued to her.

Sherry continued to munch on her meat when she got annoyed by the stare. “I think I'm going to take my time with my dinner. If

you're in a hurry, why don't you come back later or tomorrow?”

John narrowed his eyes. He understood if she wanted him to leave, but what was that about coming back later or tomorrow?

What did she mean by that?

Regardless, he had a feeling that her attitude was a lot better than it had been yesterday. Had she gotten used to the

environment and started to accept him?

He smiled. “You take your time. | don't have anything else to do tonight. | can wait.”

Sherry‘s eyes flickered, and she intentionally slowed down on her chewing. She usually finished dinner in under ten minutes, but

she took a whole two hours this time.

The sky turned dark and things got quiet.

She put down the spoon and looked at the window.

He was still there slouching on the couch lazily with his arms crossed. Behind the golden-framed glasses, his eyes were glued to

her.

There was not a hint of annoyance or impatience in his eyes; they even looked delighted.

He asked when she looked at him, “Are you done?” Sherry’s eyes flickered. “N—not yet...”

He grinned. “Are you planning to eat the plates as well?” Sherry awkwardly tightened her lips. The man was several meters

away, yet he was able to see the clean plates in front of her. She ignored him and went to the toilet instead.

Ten minutes later, John started to knock on the door. The lights cast his shadow on the door, allowing Sherry to see his contour

from inside.

“Sherry, did you get stuck in the toilet?”

Sherry frowned. She did not want to have sex with him tonight because she planned to escape tomorrow. She had to finalize the

details tonight, so it would be unwise to be distracted tonight. However, after some consideration, she sighed. ‘Fine. We've

fucked so many times already, so one more round won't do any harm.’

She got up and opened the door.

The man’s tall figure and handsome face appeared before her eyes.

She looked up at him.

“I'm tired. | want to sleep, so do whatever you want but be quick,” she blurted out her intention in a hurried tone.