Ch. 1226..1230

Chapter 1226 Julie sighed. “With that feisty attitude of hers, she would have caused a scene in front of John if she didn't get the pills.”

The sudden epiphany rushed into Emerence’s head. She added, “Ms. Julie, you are really a meticulous person. It is the Stockton family’s honor to have you in charge of the house.”

Julie smiled. “Aunt Emerence, please don’t flatter me. I'm just glad that | can share the burden with Mother and John.”

Emerence was moved by Julie‘s caring and sentimental side. “If only you were Master John's wife, the Stocktons would have thrived in harmony and peace.”

Julie‘s gaze shifted. She wore a strict expression and said, “Nonsense. John has a family now, and I'm his sister—in — law.”

Emerence immediately realized that she had used the wrong words at the wrong time. She immediately apologized, “I'm sorry, Ms. Julie. | didn‘t mean it. I'm just moved by your personality and capabilities. No one can better take charge of the house than you.”

Julie’s gaze softened, and so did her tone. “Aunt Emerence, I'm telling you this because | treat you as one

of my own. I'll pretend that | didn't hear anything today, so please refrain from saying something like that again in the future, especially not in front of anyone. Do you understand?”

Emerence sighed a breath of relief. “I understand, Ms. Julie! | promise | won't say something like that again!” Julie smiled. “You can go back to your work now. Keep an eye on Sherry. If she has any other requests, try to satisfy her.” She left after that.

Seeing her off, Emerence grumbled in her heart, ‘It has almost been six years now since the second master passed away. | remember they were newlyweds when that happened. Given his medical condition, | believe they hadn't even made love yet, and she became widowed. She's still so young. Is she going to be a widow for the rest of her life?

‘Was it because she couldn't bear letting go of the title? If she really wished to continue to be Mrs. Stockton , why didn‘t she go after Master John?‘

The complexity of the matter was not something a mere employee like her could figure out. Meanwhile, at Shannon‘s place, after knowing that John had spent the night with Sherry at the employee‘s dorm,

Shannon angrily smashed the vase on the floor. It had been two days since he left that afternoon, and he did not come home for her once. Now that he came back, he went straight to Sherry, slept with her, and left without saying anything. The man had no space for her in his heart!

The more Shannon thought about it, the more furious she got. She smashed a couple more things on the ground, and with it, her gentle and caring demeanor.

What was left on her face was ferocity and resentment.” Bitch! That bitch!”

Celine stood further away without making a noise. She waited until Shannon calmed down slightly before she said, “Madam , please calm down. You're going to hurt yourself.”

Shannon shouted at her, “I'm not stupid! Get out of my face!”

Celine immediately ran outside.

Shannon took a deep breath before she collapsed on the couch.

In the past two days that she spent at home, not only Madam Stockton and Julie, but even the maids looked at her differently. Some of them even despised her for her fake personality. Her gentle and caring side was nothing but a front.

If this continued , more and more people would believe that she was faking it all the time and disrespect would follow. She could not allow this to continue. She must think of a way to make Sherry disappear.

Back at the Carters’ residence in Westchester, Sylvia came out of Madam Carters room. Maybe because of Madam Carter's age or maybe it was the trauma from the fall, she started to forget things starting about a week ago. She would even forget herself at times.

It was just an hour ago when she tried to go out of the house herself, looking for her grandson. She was worried that the stepmother would bully her grandson, so she got anxious.

Fortunately, the bodyguards were there to stop her.

Sylvia and Aunt Tonya brought her back and explained the situation to her. They even video—called Odell, who was working outside, just to calm her down.

It took them quite the effort, but Madam Carter eventually regained her awareness.

Chapter 1227 Sylvia‘s worry lingered, so she stayed by Madam Carter's bed and listened to the old lady reminisce about the past. Her memories about Odell‘s childhood remained vivid as though it happened yesterday. She went on until she got tired and fell asleep.

Sylvia finally got up and walked out of the room. It was then that the man entered the living room in his handsome suit.

He looked rather nervous when he saw Sylvia come out of Madam Carter's room. He went up to her and asked,“ How‘s Grandmother?”

Sylvia smiled. “She‘s fine. She‘s asleep.”

His nervous expression was laid to rest.

Sylvia looked at him with crystal clear eyes.

He soon noticed her unusual gaze. He patted her and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Grandmother talked a lot about your childhood.” Odell squinted. “What did she say?” Sylvia took a step forward, shortening the distance between her and Odell. She was a finger away from going into his embrace. She whispered, “She said when you

were five, you were on the bed and you—”

Before she could finish the sentence, he hugged her into his chest tightly.

“Grandmother said it, not me!” she anxiously explained.

Odell lowered his head and moved his handsome face closer to her. His lips curled. “What else did she say about

me?”

His whisper sounded dangerous.

Sylvia‘s gaze shrunk. “T-that's it. Nothing else!” “Really?”

“Really!”

“Didn't you just say Grandmother talked a lot about my childhood?” He emphasized ‘a lot’.

Sylvia‘s eyes flickered. “You must have heard it wrongly. | didn't say...”

“Really?”

“Yeah—Hey! What are you doing? Put me down!”

Odell lifted her by the waist and went upstairs.

Meanwhile, Aunt Tonya was taking care of Flint. She immediately got up and made way for the couple; Sebastian did the same. Embarrassed, Sylvia covered her blushing face.

The man chuckled. He kicked the door to his room open and put Sylvia on the bed. His towering figure then collapsed onto her. He pried her hands away from her face, revealing her blushing cheeks.

Annoyed, Sylvia grumbled, “Shouldn't you go back to work?”

“There’‘s nothing urgent. I'll go in the afternoon.” He kissed her lips. “Tell me, what else did Grandmother say about me?”

The kiss gave Sylvia goosebumps. She put her hands on his chest and softly scratched him. “Don't touch me. I'm warning you!” Odell grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. He stared into her eyes deeply and said, “Why don't you warn me after I'm done with you?”

Sylvia wanted to argue, but her lips were once again sealed by his forceful kiss.

Passionate love—making went on for hours in the room.

When things finally settled , Sylvia was exhausted by all the vigorous movements. She lay feebly on the man‘s broad chest. Odell stroked her head. “Take a nap if you're tired.”

Sylvia wanted to close her eyes, but a sudden thought rushed into her mind. She turned and reached for her

phone by the side. She quickly pulled up Sherry‘s number from the contact list.

Chapter 1228 The last message was from two days ago, and it was she who had texted, asking Sherry how she was doing at the Stocktons.

It had been more than two days , yet she had not heard from Sherry.

It was not Sherry‘s style to be quiet. Even if she was busy, she never missed a text and would not fail to text back for more than twelve hours.

Sylvia frowned.

“What's wrong?” Odell asked.

“| think something's happened to Sherry.” Sylvia tapped on Sherry‘s number and called her.

The monotone message sounded. “The number you have dialed is not available. Please try again later...” Sylvia looked at Odell. “Did you receive any updates from your men at the Stocktons in the past two days?” “No. I'll go ask them later.”

“Ask them now. Hurry.” Sylvia nudged his chest.

Odell tightened his lips. “Fine.”

Back at the Stocktons’ residence in Glenchester , Sherry recovered after sleeping for a full day and having multiple meals. Her phone had been confiscated, and there was no TV in the room and no books to kill time, so all she could do was stare outside the window blankly.

She stared out blankly until the sky turned dark, and a tall figure entered.

The maids in the quarters immediately stepped aside upon seeing the man. They lowered their heads respectfully and kept quiet.

As though the man sensed Sherry‘s gaze, he looked up at the window and saw her through the glass. Sherry might have either been exhausted or simply not in the mood. She sat still like a rock and stared at him expressionlessly. John grinned. He stood there and stared at her without going inside.

They locked eyes for more than ten seconds before Sherry drew the curtains close. She crawled onto the bed and collapsed onto it. She was like a lifeless corpse lying down on the bed when John came in.

After he took off his jacket, he went over and patted her face. “Sherry.”

Sherry remained silent. He tapped her face again. She was annoyed but did not say anything. She pulled the sheets away and spread eagled herself. “If you want to fuck, just go on with it.”

John was left speechless for a few seconds. With his lips pursed, he reached out to her dress and started unbuttoning it. His eyes were staring at her face.

Sherry furrowed her brows but did not resist at all. She did not even move when she was stripped naked. It seemed like she had given up resisting. The man moved closer to her face and grinned. “Do you really think | won't touch you?”

However, Sherry turned away and ignored him.

John clutched her face, turned it back to face him, and ravaged her lips with a forceful kiss.

The room returned to peace and silence at midnight.

John got out of bed after he vented his lust for her and started to get dressed. Meanwhile, Sherry turned her back to him. Only the rustling of him putting on his shirt could be heard in the quiet room.

After getting dressed, he turned around and saw only her back, which made his brows furrow. Nevertheless, he grabbed his jacket and walked out without pausing or saying anything

18. 18. Bang. The door was slammed shut.

Sherry went to the table beside the bed, opened the drawer, and took the birth control pills out. After swallowing two pills, she crawled back and shut her eyes.

Maybe because her lifeless reaction ruined his mood, the man did not come over for the next two days. She slept when she was tired, ate when she was hungry, and stared outside the window when she got bored.

It had only been two days, and it was already driving her crazy. She was not being kept as a human being but as a pig ona farm!

Chapter 1229 The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she got. Sherry bolted up and opened the window.

As soon as the window opened, two bodyguards looked up at her. Her room was on the second floor and it was just a few meters off the ground, so they looked at her cautiously.

Sherry glared at the two of them for a while before returning inside.

The breeze came through the opened window, caressing her face and calming the frustration in her head. She suddenly thought of Sylvia telling her about Odell having his men undercover in the Stocktons’ residence.

If she could just locate the men, would she be able to ask them to contact Sylvia and Odell to come to rescue her? The problem would be how to locate them.

Sherry pondered for a while and suddenly thought of an idea. She walked to the closet by the door and picked up the pen that the previous maid in this room left behind.

After meddling around for half an hour, she carried the white sheets to the window and hung them over the rail. One end of the sheets was bound to the rail while the other end fluttered in the wind.

The two bodyguards below the window were rendered speechless by the sudden occurrence. Soon enough, some other passersby saw the fluttering sheets by the window, and Emerence was notified. She stood under the window and shouted , “Sherry, pull the sheets back inside!” Sherry sat by the window like a rock and ignored the lady. “Sherry, I'm warning you. You will only make Master John mad if you keep this up!”

Sherry continued to ignore her. She did not care if that bastard was happy or not. In fact, she would be pleased if that bastard was mad at her.

Emerence left in annoyance.

More and more maids on duty gathered under the window.

Sherry even spotted Celine among the maids and saw Queenie and Hailey passing by. The two of them looked at her with a complicated gaze.

Sherry glanced at the two of them before she continued scanning the others. She wondered if Odell‘s men were among the gathered crowd.

Meanwhile , at Stockton Tower, John had just finished a meeting with a partner. They shook hands before John saw him out. John then picked up his phone and saw the message from Marlow.

“Sir, something has happened with Ms. Fowler.”

Apicture was attached to the message.

The picture showed the employee quarters, and there was a white bed sheet hanging over Sherry‘s window on the second floor with a few letters written starkly on it: “help

John was slightly surprised before he scoffed. “Does she really think anyone in the Stocktons’ will release her? Or...”

As he narrowed his eyes, a random thought rushed into his mind. He quickly left the meeting room with his phone.

It was windy.

Sherry had been sitting by the window for an hour now, and her little scene had garnered quite the attention, but there was still no sighting of Odell's men among the gathered crowd. She covered herself in the sheets and continued waiting.

Suddenly, the discussion among the crowd went silent as if the world had died. Sherry popped her head over the window and saw the crowd opening up a path for a man coming in from the gate; it was John. Immediately, her gaze turned cold.

John walked closer to the window and looked up. He glanced at the sheets with the giant ‘help’ written on them and then stared at Sherry.

Chapter 1230 Sherry stared back at him coldly.

John scoffed and looked away before he walked into the employee's quarters, seemingly walking to her room. Sherry continued to sit with the sheets by the window.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and the man’s tall figure came in.

Nevertheless, Sherry remained seated.

He walked to her and glanced outside the window. The crowd below the window immediately dispersed.

He grinned and stroked her head.

“Don't touch me!” Sherry slapped his hand away.

John clutched her chin and smirked. “What are you doing? Are you trying to get my attention?” She rolled her eyes at him. John tightened his clutch on her. “Or do you truly believe that someone will come to save you?”

Sherry tightened her lips and refused to answer.

Narrowing his eyes, he bent over and moved his handsome face closer to her. “If neither of those reasons is true, then what are you trying to achieve?”

Sherry remained silent. “Let me guess.” He stroked her face. “Are you trying to get Odell‘s men to notice you?”

Sherry‘s eyes widened in shock. John smiled. “Bingo.” Desperately, she bolted up and grabbed his collar. “Where are they? What have you done to them?” His elegant and bewitching smile remained as he explained, “Don't worry. They are Odell's men, so | won't do anything to them. It's just that | transferred them somewhere else.”

Sherry choked on her sudden nervousness. “When did you realize?”

“The moment they set foot in the residence.” He pinched her chin. “I also heard what Mrs. Carter said to you when she gave you the phone in the car.”

“Hmph! Given that you can listen that well, it's a shame you're not a dog!”

“Sherry, it's you who is being stupid.” John smiled. “Do you really think I'm still that idiot that you can toy around with as you wish? If | weren't vigilant enough to notice all these, | wouldn't be able to get to where | am today.”

Sherry clenched her teeth tightly.

“Discard that sick thought of yours and stay here with me. Maybe when | feel like it, | won't keep you here anymore.”

She looked at him in defiance.

His bewitching smile remained, but there was no warmth in his eyes behind the glasses. There was only frostiness with a hint of insult as if he was looking at a clown being stupid. Sherry choked on her grievance. She cried, “You want me to stay here obediently? Hmph! Better luck in your next life!”

With a chuckle, he carried her up all of a sudden. Shery started to struggle. “Let go of me, you fucking bastard!” John ruthlessly tossed her on the bed.

The sheets were hung over the window, so only the mattress was left. He forcefully ripped the clothes off her body and overwhelmed her with sheer strength.

Several hours of sex later, John got out of the room fully dressed, leaving Sherry alone on the bed.

She did not move at all, and since the window was open, the chilly breeze blew the warmth off her body, giving her chills.