Mr. CEO's Young Mistress
Chapter 43: What Kind of Guys Do You Like?

Tim looked at Leonard, troubled.

"How can he hit her? She's still young!" he thought.

Leonard must have felt the accusation in Tim's gaze since he swiftly shifted his cold eyes to him, his jaw clenched.

...

Tim froze. He quickly averted his eyes and pretended nothing happened.

"Is there anything else you need?" Leonard asked in a low voice.

Tim hurriedly shook his head, straightened his back, and left without looking back.

Once again, he closed the door behind him.

Certain that the doors were closed, he got up from his chair and walked over to Sharon, who had cried herself to sleep on the sofa.

He sat down beside her and tilted his head, watching her sleep.

Her cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes, nose, and lips were all puffy and swollen, looking as if she had been bullied.

Unbeknown to him, his lips had curled into a small smile. He bent over to open the bag of food that Tim had brought and placed some on the table.

He turned around to face Sharon and called out softly, "Sharon."

Sharon frowned and turned her face away with a pout.

Leonard raised an eyebrow. He pulled her into his arms to sit on his lap.

Sharon let out a displeased groan and hid her face in Leonard's neck.

Leonard's heart softened. He pursed his lips, hesitant to wake her up.

Lowering his head, he gently patted her back and looked at her plump face. After hesitating for a moment, he muttered in her ear, "Sharon, wake up. Eat some food first, okay?" "Mm, shh. I'm sleepy." Sharon mumbled with a pout.

He smiled helplessly and placed a gentle peck on her ear.

He did not wake her again. Instead, he carried her into his personal office lounge.

Some time later, Sharon woke up groggily. Through the slit in the curtains, she saw that it was pitch black outside, save the twinkling stars.

"Is it nighttime already?" Sharon wondered.

Sharon blinked sleepily and shifted to lie back on the bed, staring blankly in a daze, like she was recalling something.

Suddenly, the grip on her waist tightened, and she was pulled into a warm chest.

"Are you awake?" A husky voice asked.

Sharon immediately sobered, her hands that were on his chest clenching into fists.

"Yes." She hummed.

Not receiving a response, Sharon's body stiffened, the silence suffocating her.

After a while, she finally gave in and whispered, "Are you asleep?"

"No." His deep voice rumbled.

Sharon felt something soft touch her forehead gently.

Sharon held her breath and stilled, her eyes widening in the dark. "Master Leonard."

"Yes?"

Leonard opened his eyes. They seemed to have the ability to see in the dark.

"Are we at home?" Sharon asked.

"No. We're in my office lounge," he replied.

"Oh..."

After a pause, Sharon said, "It's late. Shouldn't we go home now?"

Sharon was actually hungry and was craving Kelley's food.

...

Not no mention, Sharon felt slightly uncomfortable that they were in the same bed.

The arm wrapped around her waist loosened.

Sharon blinked and looked up.

She was unable to see his face clearly in the dark, but she knew that he was also looking at her.

Suddenly, Sharon went from lying on her side to being pressed flat on the bed, a strong male body covering hers.

"Master Leonard..." Sharon was shocked. She quickly reached out to push his shoulders.

Leonard looked down at her with blazing eyes.

In reality, if a man really wanted to do something to a woman, she would not have the power to resist.

Just like how Sharon was right now.

Suddenly, the lights turned on, illuminating the room.

Leonard stood beside the bed, looking down at Sharon. "I have guests to entertain tonight, so Oliver will send you back."

With that, he turned around and headed into the bathroom.

He was calm and indifferent, as if his actions just now had been just!

Sharon clenched her hands behind his retreating figure, her eyes tearing up.

Leonard had accompanied Sharon to the car park and made sure that she got into Oliver's car safely before heading to Imperial Hotel with Tim. "Sharon, are you in a bad mood?"

Sharon was staring out of the window, leaning back in her seat. She hadn't said a single thing since she got into the car.

Truth be told, Oliver knew exactly why Sharon was sullen, but he felt it was better to pretend not to know right now.

Sharon took a deep breath and twisted her head to meet Oliver's gaze. "Oliver, why don't you introduce a girlfriend to Master Leonard?"

Oliver immediately choked and started coughing, his usual composed front changing to resemble Paul's.

Sharon stilled and watched him with an eyebrow raised quizzically.

Oliver composed himself before turning to Sharon with a wry grin. "Sharon, it's not that I don't want to replace him one, but I'm still single myself. If I actually knew any amiable ladies, this wouldn't be the case, don't you agree?"

Sharon stared at him, her frown deepening. She muttered softly, "But Paul told me that you don't have a girlfriend because you aren't into girls..."

Abruptly, the car swerved violently and came to a stop with a loud screech.

Sharon's hands were clutching the seatbelt tightly, her eyes wide with fear as she broke out in a cold sweat.

She cautiously turned to look at Oliver in the driver's seat.

Oliver's jaw clenched as he calmly turned the steering wheel. Soon, they were driving normally again as if nothing had happened.

After a long pause, Sharon finally sucked in a breath.

She pressed her lips together into a fine line as she glared at Oliver, her heart still pounding. "I think that just took years off my life. I'm never letting you drive again."

Oliver wet his lips. He said to Sharon in a grave tone, "Sharon, do me a favour."

"What?" Sharon placed a hand over her heart and peered at Oliver out of the corner of her eye.

"Don't tell Leonard what just happened," he replied.

Sharon froze at the mention of Leonard. She pressed her lips together and kept quiet.

Oliver turned around to look at her. He narrowed his eyes when he saw how tense she was and changed the topic. "Don't listen to Paul's nonsense. Don't you know how he is after all these years?"

Sharon raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to look at Oliver.

Oliver's face was stony, his eyes narrowed. He looked as if he wanted to kill Paul.

Unable to stifle the smile on her face, Sharon responded. "Actually, not liking women is nothing to be ashamed of. I won't judge you. True love matters the most."

"True love matters the most..." Oliver repeated to himself.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at her meaningfully through the mirror. "Really?"

Sharon's jaw dropped. Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she asked excitedly, "Are you really gay?"

He said nothing, at a loss for words.

"What kind of guys do you like? I'll be sure to watch out for you." Sharon babbled eagerly.

"Hey, are you a top or a bottom?" Sharon pressed on.

"What?" Oliver looked at her in confusion. "What is she talking about?"

"Erm... are you the one who puts it in, or..." Sharon trailed off, covering her face with a hand, embarrassed, and giggled cheekily at Oliver.

...

The corners of Oliver's mouth lifted as he peered at Sharon.

"What does she watch at home? How does she know all this?" Oliver exclaimed to himself.

"Hey, Oliver?" Sharon continued to bombard him with questions.

...

He rolled his eyes, exasperated.

"Oliver, do you prefer someone who stays at home all the time like Uncle Daniel, or someone cheerful like Paul, or perhaps someone serious and silent like Master Leonard?" Sharon was beguiled by the 'revelation' of Oliver's sexual orientation.

Oliver's gaze was deep as he turned to stare at Sharon. "Then what about you? Who do you prefer?"

The unexpected question flabbergasted Sharon. ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐