Mr. CEO's Young Mistress

Chapter 19: Drunk

Seeing Sharon accept his present, Simon froze for a second before following behind her, giddy with

ecstasy.

At the Coral Pavilion. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

When Sharon returned home, Kelley was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Sharon put her bag on the sofa in the living room and went to the fridge to take out a bottle of juice.

She unscrewed the lid and asked Kelley, who was busy cooking in the kitchen, "Kelley, is Master

Leonard back yet?"

"Mr. Lefebvre had just called to say that he wouldn't be back for dinner tonight as he has dinner plans

with customers." Kelley's answer came from the kitchen.

Hearing Kelley's words, Sharon was no longer in the mood to drink the juice and put the bottle back

down from the edge of her mouth. She frowned and muttered, "Why didn't Master Leonard tell me that

himself?"

......

At dinner time, Kelley passed by the dining area and saw Sharon sitting at the table. She was pushing

her food around and did not seem to have any appetite.

After a slight hesitation, Kelley walked towards her. "Miss, is the food tonight not to your liking? I can

change it to anything you want."

Sharon looked up at Kelley and shook her head. "It's fine, Kelley. I'm just full."

Then, Sharon lowered her utensils and walked out.

Kelley looked at the untouched food on the table and back at Sharon's spiritless body, confused.

After the meal, Sharon stayed in her room. She propped her head on the desk with an elbow as she

stared at the exquisite box unblinkingly. It laid on the desk, unopened.

She did not know what was wrong with her.

She was very curious about the present Simon had sent, and it was just right in front of her. Yet, she

just couldn't find the courage to open it.

She scowled and lifted her head to glance at the clock on the wall.

It was already past 10 p.m.

But Master Leonard had yet to return home.

Sharon laid limply across the table, her fingers gently sliding over the box.

Suddenly, the phone on the desk started vibrating. Sharon quivered and got up hurriedly. She quickly

picked the phone up and answered the call. "Master Leonard—"

"It's me, Paul." His voice was helpless and annoyed.

Sharon frowned, lowered the phone and looked at the caller ID. "But this is Master Leonard's phone

number," she thought to herself.

Sharon put the phone back to her ear and asked in confusion, "Where's Master Leonard?"

"He's at the gate of the villa. Come down quickly!" Paul replied.

"Since they were already at the gate, why did they not just enter?" she mused.

Although Sharon was bewildered, she still said, "I'll be right there."

......

Sharon sprinted out and saw immediately saw the black Maybach parked not far off. Paul and Oliver

were both standing beside the car.

"Sharon, don't just stand there. Come here." Paul beckoned at her from afar.

"Oh, alright," Sharon said and ran over. She looked at Paul and Oliver expectantly and whispered,

"Where's Master Leonard?"

With a frown, Paul pointed at the car. "He's inside. He's drunk and doesn't want to get out."

Drunk?

Sharon grimaced. She quickly walked over to the backseat and opened the door.

The strong aroma of alcohol instantly drifted out of the car.

Sharon subconsciously frowned and bent over to peer into the car. Leonard sat with his legs apart

while his head rested against the back of the seat in front, his eyes closed.

If not for the smell of alcohol in the car, it was hard to tell that he was drunk just by looking at him.

...

Sharon squirmed her way into the car and sat beside him. She gently placed her hands on the hand

that laid on his thigh. "Master Leonard..."