Mr. CEO's Young Mistress

Chapter 33: Bitten by a Mosquito

Sharon's eyes widened in shock, and her head went blank.

The man who had kissed her ever so gently was Master Leonard.

At the thought of that, Sharon felt frightened and started to panic. However, she also felt an inexplicable

emotion tugging at the bottom of her heart.

It was an unprecedented feeling, which made her extremely uneasy.

......

In the end, Leonard managed to drag Sharon back to Coral Pavilion.

Nathan and Rosamond were shocked when they saw Sharon being led down the stairs by Leonard.

They both wondered when they had arrived.

They were so flabbergasted that they did not even react when Sharon and Leonard left.

Puvis had been in the study upstairs, so he had no idea that Leonard had taken Sharon away.

Meanwhile, Selena had been live-streaming in her room, so she did not know either.

Once they arrived back at the villa, Leonard immediately carried Sharon to his room.

Sharon sat on the soft bed and could not stop thinking back to the night he kissed her.

...

At the time, she only thought that he had mistaken her for someone else. But now...

Sharon felt the tip of her ears burning up, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

"Master Leonard brought me here instead of my room. Does that mean..." Sharon's thoughts trailed off,

her face turning pale.

Her eyes widened in fear, and she got off the bed frantically.

"What are you doing?" Leonard had been standing by the side of the bed, watching the changes in her

expression. He narrowed his eyes when he saw her trying to get off the bed.

Sharon froze before lifting her head to look at Leonard. Her voice shook when she replied, "I-I'm going

back to my room."

Leonard was solemn for a moment before he ordered, "You'll sleep here tonight."

"No!" Sharon objected anxiously.

Leonard glowered at her. "It's not the first time you've slept here, so why not?"

"I may not have known back then, but now that I know, how can I still sleep here as if nothing

happened?" Sharon retorted in her head.

...

...

Instead, Sharon pursed her lips and frowned. She insisted stubbornly. "I want to sleep in my room!"

Leonard's frown deepened as he regarded Sharon coldly.

Sharon felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Here we go again. There's the death stare he gives me every time he gets mad." Sharon snorted to

herself.

...

Sharon straightened her back and humphed silently. "No matter what, I won't compromise this time!"

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The clock ticked as minutes went by.

Sharon felt like she was about to suffocate in the silence and resisted the urge to grab her hair.

Huffing unhappily, she turned to Leonard, pouting. Her voice was raspy as she said, "Master Leonard,

I'm sleepy."

Leonard raised an eyebrow. "Then, stop acting up and sleep."

"How could he say that?" She exclaimed to herself, indignant.

Sharon stared at him defiantly and argued. "I said that I wanted to return to my room, and you were the

one who refused. So, why am I the one who's acting up?"

"Who knows whether somebody will go missing in the middle of the night?" Leonard sneered as he

glared at her.

Sharon held her tongue as she finally understood.

Leonard was worried that she might run away again if he let her return to her room.

Sharon blushed in embarrassment. "Where can I go at this hour?"

"I wouldn't put it past you!" Leonard snapped in a low voice.

Sharon was speechless. "He thinks too highly of me!" she scoffed to herself.

Leonard then brushed her aside and walked over to the wardrobe. He took out a white blanket and

headed for the sofa in the room.

He threw himself onto it, crossed an arm behind his head, and closed his eyes.

Sharon stared at him, stupefied. "He's too tall for the sofa! He'll be miserable!" she sighed to herself.

Sharon sat on the bed as she studied Leonard, her arms wrapped around her knees and her chin

resting atop them.

Leonard was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has used only the finest of things since young. It

could very well be the first time he ever slept on a sofa.

At the thought of that, Sharon tilted her head towards him and called out, softly "Master Leonard."

Leonard ignored her.

Sharon called out again, "Master Leonard."

Again, Leonard turned a deaf ear to her.

Sharon clenched her jaw. She was smart enough to know that he was ignoring her.

Sharon wrinkled her nose and gave up.

...

"I'll be fine tomorrow since I'm not the one sleeping on the sofa anyway, so why should I bother with

him?" Sharon humphed to herself.

...

Sharon lifted the blanket over her head and sank into the bed.

She was drained by the whole ordeal, both physically and emotionally.

...

Sharon was dead to the world right after her head hit the pillow, soft snores escaping her.

Only then did the man on the sofa open his eyes.

......

The next day, in the living room downstairs.

"Leonard Lefebrve! How dare you take Sharon away without my permission? Did you know how

worried I was this morning to see her room empty? Are you trying to raise my blood pressure to get rid

of me once and for all?"

...

Leonard leaned back into the sofa. He put his phone on speaker and placed it on the coffee table.

Puvis had been venting for almost five minutes, and Leonard had not responded a single word the

entire time.

...

"You have two options. You either send Sharon back here this instant, or I'll go and fetch her myself!"

thundered Puvis, breathing heavily.

Leonard did not bat an eyelid at Puvis's threat.

"Leonard Lefebvre—" Puvis started.

Before he finished his sentence, he suddenly choked and began to cough violently.

Leonard paused before slowly getting up. He placed the newspaper on the sofa and bent over to pick

up his phone. He set it back to regular mode and brought it to his ear. "Sharon is used to living with me.

If you miss her, you can come to visit anytime, but there's no way she's going to live in the manor."

...

Puvis was coughing so hard he could barely speak. "You brat! How dare— " Puvis gasped for air.

"What a rebellious bast—"

"Grandpa, you should take care of yourself," Leonard remarked.

"Shut up! With a grandson like you, it'll be a miracle if nothing happens to me!" Puvis roared, coughing

again.

Leonard pursed his lips but remained silent.

"That's all I have to say!" Puvis seethed, hanging up the phone.

Hearing the beep, Leonard placed the phone back onto the table before narrowing his eyes towards

the first floor.

......

Sharon awoke to a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

She opened her eyes to see Kelley cleaning her wound with a cotton swab and some rubbing alcohol.

"What are you doing, Kelley?" Sharon lowered her gaze at her questioningly.

"Oh! Doctor Smith stopped by to check on your wounds just now. He wanted to bandage it for it to heal

better, but for some reason, Sir refused. He told Doctor Smith to give me the instructions instead."

Kelley's head lowered as she focused on Sharon's wound.

...

Sharon was shaking from the pain, so she did not reply.

Kelley soon finished dressing Sharon's wound and bandaged it nicely. "I'm done."

Sharon let out a breath of relief.

"Miss, should I bring your breakfast up, or will you be coming down later?" Kelley asked.

Sharon's fingers brushed the bandage and frowned. She looked at Kelley and asked, "Where's Master

Leonard?"

"He left with Doctor Smith," Kelley replied.

Sharon let out another breath of relief and turned to Kelley. "Then, I'll eat downstairs."

"Alright, then. Please be careful of your wound." Kelley reminded her.

"Mm-hmm." Sharon acknowledged.

Sharon watched as Kelley left the room before getting out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

......

Sharon stood in front of the mirror and stared at her neck.

Close to her collarbone, there was a thumb-sized red bruise that resembled a mosquito bite.

However, winter was arriving soon, so why would there be any mosquitoes?

Sharon shook her head and pushed the matter aside, raising her cup to fill it with water.

......

After breakfast, Sharon headed to the garden with some practice test papers in hand.

Her exams were quickly approaching. Due to her surgery, she had missed one week of classes. Not to

mention, it was still unclear whether she could have her sutures removed by next week.

She laid on the bench in the garden and took her phone out to time herself completing the paper.

Before she could start the timer, her phone suddenly started vibrating. She instinctively accepted the

call without even checking the caller ID.