Chasing After My Beloved Wife

Chapter 32 I Just Want To Be Mrs. Richard

"Did I guess correctly? Really?"

Connor laughed out loud. His amorous eyes couldn't hide his shrewdness. Shawn frowned. How could

his guess be so accurate?

"Don't show me such an expression. If you want to know how I got it right, then go to Red Sleeves. You

know, this month's turnover hasn't even reached half of my expectations."

Originally, he was still contemplating on which lonely friend to look for to help boost this month’s sales,

but someone served himself up on a platter.

"You're a man of virtue."

Shawn snorted coldly as he started the car, heading in the direction of Red Sleeves.

In less than five minutes, the Rolls-Royce stopped at Red Sleeve’s entrance.

"Boss, Mr. Richard."

When the receptionist at the door saw them getting out of the car, he immediately bowed 90 degrees

as Connor threw the car key to him.

"Take care of Mr. Richard’s car. Take two bottles of the most expensive wine in our store to the private

room and put it in his account."

"Okay."

They passed by the noisy hall and walked through the long corridor. He and Connor's private room was

in the innermost section of the building.

When the door to the private room closed, the noise outside was suddenly shut out. The whole world

became quiet. Shawn took off his suit and threw it onto the sofa before sitting down in his usual seat.

Connor also leaned back on the sofa as if he had no bones. HE reclined like a charming rogue with not

a care in the world. His legs trembled and he placed them on the table. It was said that birds of a NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

feather flock together. However, compared to Shawn, his charm was more natural.

The waiter brought in the wine. After confirming the temperature in the room was to their liking, he left

quickly.

"Just two bottles of wine?"

"Look at what you're saying. Now it's popular to pay to know the answers to your questions. These two

bottles of wine are the cost of your questions."

Shawn frowned and poured himself a glass of wine. His narrowed eyes were filled with irritation. "Did I

say I wanted to ask you something?"

"Then don't ask."

Connor snatched the wine from him with a smile. He took a small sip, and his lips curved in a smile.

He had worn the same pair of pants as Shawn and played with him since he was a child. Although he

didn't know what the man ate every day, Connor knew him very well. He even knew when Shawn

started growing hair on his lower body.

The wine glass was snatched away, but Shawn was used to it. He struggled for a long time before

awkwardly opening the bottle. Then he poured himself another glass of wine.

"Why did you guess it was her?"

Connor saw that he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer and immediately sat up straight.

The corners of his eyes twitched as he swiped open his phone and showed Shawn the news he had

seen more than ten minutes ago.

"Answer my question first. Is this little boy who can already walk and talk, really yours and Vivian's

son?"

Shawn didn't expect him to change the topic again and frowned with dissatisfaction. Seeing that the

picture was taken when he and Vivian brought Dalton to the amusement park, he became more

annoyed. "Vivian was pregnant when she left."

If Joye hadn't forced Vivian to leave, maybe he would have gotten married to Vivian, and the child

wouldn't have been deprived of fatherly love for three years.

"Bro, this is not something that can be determined so easily."

Connor curled his lips and shook his head. Since he was 18, his father had been constantly teaching

him that unless he had personally confirmed without a doubt that was his child was his, he shouldn’t

trust what anyone said.

"Don't change the topic. Answer my question first."

Shawn's expression darkened. He would find out the truth about Vivian and Dalton. Right now, he

wanted to find out about that woman!

A woman who wanted to cheat on him should be severely punished. It was just a fever. Why should he

care so much and even feel nervous because of her?

"You can't pretend anymore. Let me ask you. You were married to Joye for three years. Did you ever

love her or even like her?

"Hmm?"

Shawn's face sank again. Was there something wrong with his brain? Did he like Joye?

"I knew that you would have such an expression. If you didn't like her, how did you live with her for

three years? Don't tell me that it was Baird who forced you to do so. No matter how powerful Baird is,

he can't force you to live with her."

They were the same kind of people. If they lived with a woman they didn't love, they couldn't even

survive for three months, let alone three years.

Shawn tightly pursed his lips as Joye's stubborn and proud face from more than three years ago

flashed through his mind.

"Joye, are you sure you want to marry me and be Mrs. Richard?"

In the narrow alley, he grabbed her neck and pressed it against the trash can, causing her face to turn

purple. He thought that she would admit her mistake and beg for mercy, but she raised her head with a

determined look in her eyes. "Yes, I want to. I want to be Mrs. Richard!"

The next day, he went to the Leonard family to ask for her hand in marriage. He wanted her to live in

pain every day and punish her for her stubbornness and arrogance.

"I wanted to punish her for threatening Vivian to leave."

"Bah, I can’t bear to listen to you talking nonsense. How can you punish her? Every day, you spread

rumors about your love life and pretend to be a playboy. Don’t think that I don’t know, all your seed only

went to Joye. Do you know how many girls complained to me? You always stopped at the critical

moment. My little brother, don't let yourself get looked down on by women."

Connor's words caused Shawn's originally bad expression to become worse. His curled long eyelashes

flicked down and covered the embarrassment and anger that flashed through his eyes.

What did he mean by stopping at the critical moment? It was those women who took off their clothes. It

was their fault he couldn’t get in the mood. As for his seed, he had given them to the toilet and trash

can. Only once had he given it to her.

The hot scene flashed through his mind. He raised his hand and gulped down the full glass of wine in

his hand.

Since when did he lose all desire for other women? On the contrary, he always wanted her body, no

matter if it was when he was rational or annoyed.

"You said that you could give the entire Richard Group to her. Why can't you admit that you have

feelings for her?"

"Who said it was for her! As long as I am willing, I can build another Richard Group."

Seeing that he still wanted to continue in denial, Connor took out his mobile phone and turned on the

recording. "Since the shares of the Richard Group are nothing to you, please do me a favor and give

me, your brother, another Richard Group, this is our recording as evidence."

"Go away."

After that, he pushed the body that was almost sticking to him away and continued to pour wine into his

glass.

The reason why he did not oppose his Grandfather was that he owed the Leonard family something.

He wanted to return it and clear his debt. Then only would he feel at ease…

"You still don't want to admit it? Shawn, let me tell you something. You've fallen in love with Joye. Only

when you are in love with a woman, then you will waste your time teasing each other. Meanwhile, the

shares mean nothing to you. That's why you're helping her when she's in trouble and you are so

nervous when she has a fever."

Shawn's hand that was about to pour wine froze in midair. Did he love Joye?

How was that possible!

How could he fall in love with her?