Fated to Love You Again (Shawn and Norah)

Chapter 152 Go Take a Shower and Sleep

Chapter 152 Go Take a Shower and Sleep

At this moment, Shawn's face had darkened to the extreme. He felt like he could lose his temper at any

moment.

What did she say?

A younger charming man?

An older mature man?

May-December romance?

She said she liked them and actually wanted to try them all!

If he hadn't been standing by her bedside, hearing her say these things with his own ears, he wouldn't

have believed it.

"Norah, what about the person you've been secretly in love with for ten years? What happened? Do

you move on so suddenly?" Shawn's eyes were dark as he stared at her, his voice cold as he

questioned her.

Although he knew he wouldn't get an answer, he felt a burning rage inside him.

She was forgetful, forgetting things as soon as she said them.

And she had only been divorced from him for two days, but was she so eager to have a new lover?

Shawn was feeling worse and worse as he thought about it. He grabbed Norah's wrist, pulled himself

forward, and buried his tall and straight body in the bed.

He propped himself up with one hand and used the other to grasp Norah's wrist, pressing it firmly

against the top of her head.

In this way, Norah had to face him.

He immediately saw her addled and rosy face.

Only when he was looking at her and holding her did Shawn feel a little bit relieved.

"Norah, do you even remember that you just got divorced? Why are you so eager to have a boyfriend?

Huh? " Shawn suppressed his anger and asked.

Norah seemed to open her eyes for a moment, but then closed them again, grumbling unhappily, "Who

are you anyway? What right do you have to control me?"

"I'm your husband," Shawn gritted his teeth and said.

Norah chuckled, as though she had heard the funniest joke in the world. "You're not very good at lying,

are you? Let me tell you... "

She paused, and then pulled Shawn's arm, arching her body up to his ear and whispering, "I'm already

divorced, so I only have an ex-husband. How come I have a husband?"

She was already very close to Shawn, her lips touching his earlobe.

That warm and soft feeling was driving Shawn crazy, constantly challenging the limits of his ability to

endure.

He couldn't take it anymore even if she didn't speak.

But she was speaking, especially with that sexy yet cute tone while panting for breath, so he couldn't

control himself anymore.

Bang! Shawn felt the string that had been tightly stretched in his heart snap in two, splitting apart.

"You're such a fool!"

Norah scoffed and wanted to leave.

But Shawn was quick to act. He grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her toward him.

He knew that now he couldn't let her go no matter what.

Without hesitation, he pressed his thin lips against hers.

He kissed her greedily.

The whole process was like a storm.

"Oh... Woo-woo..." Norah clenched her fists and struggled frantically, resisting him.

Finally, she had a free hand and without hesitation, she raised it and slapped Shawn in the face.

It was a powerful slap.

Shawn suddenly came to his senses.

He released her and arranged her clothes while looking at her with tenderness. "Norah, I'm sorry. I

couldn't control myself."

He always prided himself on his strong self-control, but just now, his thoughts were like a group of wild

horses that he couldn't control.

He just wanted to kiss her and make her his.

"Shawn, you're such a jerk!" He clenched his fist and slammed it on the table.

He then called the front desk and said, "There's a drunk woman here. Please send two people to help."

"Okay, Mr. Lawson. Please wait a moment. We'll arrange for someone to come right away."

After all, it was a five-star hotel, so the response was quick. The service staff arrived at the door less

than five minutes after he made the call. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Shawn ordered, "Give her a hot shower and change her into clean clothes."

"Mr. Lawson, may I ask where her pajamas are?"

"Wait a moment. I'll go get them."

After that, Shawn called Ivan. However, Vivian's situation wasn't any better.

When she entered the room and saw Ivan's face, she suddenly became quite sober.

Although she was still drunk, she at least knew that the man hugging her was Ivan.

She had a higher alcohol tolerance than Norah though she had drunk a lot. After all, she had to drink in

various situations before, and the cool night breeze had also sobered her up a bit on the way back.

When she saw Ivan, she thought of Norah and became annoyed.

"Ivan, why are you here? What brings you here?" Vivian was drunk and pointed at him.

"You know what? I don't want to see you right now, not to mention that you have something to do with

Shawn."

"Vivian, you're drunk. I'll give you a bath and then we'll sleep." Ivan pulled her.

But Vivian seemed to know what he would do. She quickly dodged, smiled coyly, and squatted in a

corner.

Then she pointed at Ivan with displeasure. "You men are all the same, always playing both sides.

Shawn is like that, and you are the same. Don't think I don't know why you let me be your girlfriend."

As she talked more and more nonsense, it became increasingly unbearable to listen to.

Ivan's demeanor turned cold. He reached out and forcefully pulled Vivian into his arms. "Go take a bath

and then sleep."

Vivian knew he was angry, and normally she wouldn't dare to argue with him.

But tonight, she wanted to go against him while drunk. It was just nice to test his limits.

"I don't want to." she reached out and pushed Ivan away. "No! Let go of me."

"I'll say it again. Go take a bath." Ivan looked more indifferent, and his voice was lower.

After speaking, without giving Vivian a chance to argue, he dragged her to the bathroom.

Vivian didn't want to. She resisted with all her strength, saying, "No, I'm not sleepy. I don't want to

sleep."

"Go take a bath first. Or do you want me to accompany you? Huh?" Ivan's gaze was sharp and

intimidating as he stared at her.

"You smell of alcohol, and I've told you not to drink. Yet you still chose to drink," he scolded her.

Just then, Ivan's phone rang. While he was distracted, Vivian pushed him away madly and said, "I'll

wash myself. I don't need your help."

Knowing the room number, Shawn arrived quickly.

Ivan opened the door for him and said teasingly, "Wow, that was quick. You and your ex-wife are alone

in a room together. Did you do anything to satisfy your cravings?"

Shawn glared at him coldly. Looking his suit up and down, Shawn asked indifferently, "What did you do

to Vivian?"