Chapter 1570

Chapter 1570

The glow of the morning sun wiped away the last traces of the night.

It was bright and warm outside.

The doors and windows were still shut tightly, preventing the light from seeping into the room. It was quiet and peaceful.

Sherry was sleeping soundly on the bed, and the bedsheets were ruffled.

In the middle of her sleep, she felt something on top of her. It seemed to radiate heat, and the sensation pulled her out of her

deep slumber.

She drowsily put her hand out and tried to slap it away but ended up smacking her palms on its surface which produced a bright

smack. She had slapped somebody’s

muscular chest.

She finally woke up.

John had already woken up and was lying on his side with his chin propped against his palm as he stared silently at Sherry’s

sleeping figure. He wore a very contented expression. It seemed like he was very pleased with last night's experience.

Sherry felt her cheeks reddening. She suddenly came to and yelled out loud, “How did | end up here? You bastard, did you take

advantage of me after | had too much to drink last night?!”

She wrapped herself snugly in the blanket and seemed astounded to find herself

here.

John chuckled at her reaction. He could not tell if she was only saying this to save herself from the embarrassment of admitting

to what she had done last night. “I did everything that there is to do with you, but let me correct you-it was you who threw

yourself on me. | tried to shove you away three times and you wouldn't let up, so | had no choice but to satisfy you.”

Sherry was speechless.

Did this man truly believe that she would not remember?

It was he who had laid a string of elaborate traps last night to lead her here. Also, he never even attempted to push her off

himself!

As soon as she got dizzy and tried to lean against him to balance herself, he pounced on her like a hungry wolf.

Men were such bastards!

Sherry cursed violently, but there was no chance of turning the situation around now that she admitted to having forgotten what

happened last night.

Still, she retorted stubbornly, “Who are you trying to fool? Even if | were drunk, | know that I’d still be rational enough to not throw

myself at you.”

John only chuckled at this remark. “Well, | suppose | can’t help it if you won't believe

me.”

Sherry shot a glare at him.

They exchanged a silent look with one another. He wore a cunning, satisfied smile on his lips.

Sherry gave up and admitted defeat. She turned around so she would not have to face him, then she shouted, “Get out!”

“Sherry, this is my room,” John informed.

While Sherry was filled with embarrassment, she sheepishly tried to crawl out of bed.

That was when she felt John’s arm tugging her from behind, pulling her back into the bed with the blanket wrapped around her

and into his arms.

Her first instinct was to fight him off. “I’m leaving, let me go!”

John put his arms around her and whispered into her ears, “Sherry, we had a great time last night. Don’t you remember

anything?”

Sherry’s ears grew red. She shivered all over and insisted, “I don’t remember a thing!”

“Heh... let me help you jog your memory.” He effortlessly swung Sherry around to

face him.

Before Sherry could realize what was happening, John had already planted a deep, passionate kiss on her lips. He was

extraordinarily gentle.

She wanted to shove him off, but it seemed like the effects of the alcohol from last

night had not dissipated entirely. She surrendered herself to her passion and kissed him, even wrapping her arms around his

neck.

She continued sinking deeper into this unnamable drunken stupor. She was going to pry the blankets off so they could get more

intimate, and that was when John suddenly stopped.

She was not expecting that, and her confusion was visible on her face.

John smiled coyly.

Sherry was immediately brought back to her senses. She tried to jump off the bed.

Alas, it was too late as he immediately grabbed her.

She turned to him, her face the shade of a ripe tomato by now. “Let go!”

He laughed. “Sherry, when are you going to stop trying to deceive yourself?”

Both of them knew that she wanted to continue their passionate moment. Sherry was very flustered by this point. “I wasn’t trying

to-”