Chapter 986
Sylvia was led to a guest room at Stockton‘s mansion after she arrived at Glenchester.
The butler had even arranged for a bodyguard and a maid for her.
It was already morning yet she had still not seen Sherry.
She wanted to leave the room but the maid and the bodyguard stopped her.
The maid smiled. “Mrs. Carter, Ms. Fowler hasn’t woken up yet. It‘s not yet time for you to meet with her
. Please wait for a little longer.”
Sylvia frowned. She had been waiting for an hour now.
She might have arrived a little earlier than
normal but even if John did not want her disturbing Sherry, her friend should have woken up by now.
The bodyguard and maid must have gotten orders from John to keep her in the room, but why prevent
her from seeing Sherry?
Had he done something to her this time?
Sylvia glared at the bodyguard.
The man was tall and strong, and there was no way she could defeat him.
She went back into the room and shut the door.
Meanwhile, Sherry had just woken up from bed in another room within the mansion.
The
windows and door were shut tight, the light was on and the room was in a mess as though it had just b
een through a war.
Sherry sat on the bed dressed in her panties and camisole, with her legs crossed. At the moment, her e
yes were locked on the well–dressed man.
His white shirt, coupled with his golden–
framed glasses, complemented his slender figure and elegant demeanor. It was as though he had com
e into this messy room by accident.
If he had not ravaged Sherry on the bed earlier, she would have thought that the mess in the room
had nothing to do with him.
Sherry took a deep breath to suppress the urge to cut him up into pieces. “Can I see Sylvia now?”
John stared at her. He sat down beside the bed and turned his back on her. “My shoulders are a little bi
t tight. Give me a massage.”
“You f*cking,”
John turned around with a grin. “Haven‘t you had enough of ‘* cking?”
Sherry gulped and put on a flattering smile. “Aye, a massage ? Right away.”
She crawled over to him and put her hands on his shoulder.
John turned away, and the flattering smile on Sherry‘s face immediately turned cold.
She squeezed his shoulder as hard as she could, but his shoulders were as hard as a rock. It almost br
oke her fingers.
Sherry narrowed her eyes and started to muster all her strength to squeeze harder.
“Give me a good massage and I‘ll let you see her,” the man said warmly.
The cold expression on her face
changed. She forced out a laugh and said, “Alright, dear sir. I‘ll make sure you get the best massage of
your life.”
She clenched her teeth and massaged him properly.
She knew how to massage well. When she was a child, she often
gave massages to her grandmother who used to do a lot of farm work.
When the man had chosen to be with her and was chased out of the Stocktons, they
had lived on the streets for some time and she massaged him frequently.
Images of distant memories flooded her mind all of a sudden.
Her hands unwillingly gave his shoulders a good massage.
The room went quiet.
Only after some time had passed, the man finally said, “Enough.”
His voice was as cold as ice.
Sherry regained her composure and pulled herself out of her thoughts. She quickly withdrew her hands
John stood up. He headed to the door without looking back and said, “They will bring her over here
in a moment.” He then walked out of the room.
Sherry‘s expression changed before she got up and headed to the changing room.
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