Chapter 6
Yes, if something has been taken away, then she should take it back again!
Since Liam is ruthless to her, she doesn't need to be righteous to him!
Sheena raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. Harold also loosened her neckline, and her body fell back on the carpet.
"I have to go back and get the evidence first." Originally, she only needed to use her mobile phone to receive the video, but the mobile phone she was bound to was smashed by Liam, and the newly bought mobile phone had not been taken back, so she had to go on site.
"I'll go tomorrow." Harold took the computer that was next to him and put her on his lap again, and said without raising his head, "Go cook."
"What?" Sheena was taken aback, without realizing what Harold meant.
"Go cook." Harold repeated patiently, "I'm hungry."
It was not too early at this time. In fact, it was getting dark and Sheena knew that her work was plagiarized and falsely accused of plagiarism. It was already too late. At this moment, it was already too late to do it with Harold for so long.
Sheena resignedly got up from the ground, and then went to the kitchen.
She had been injured before and Harold had pressed her into the car before. Now she was as uncomfortable as she fell apart, but she didn't plan to scream with Harold.
It was beyond her expectation that the man could do this, and she was not a person who didn't know how to advance or retreat.
There are not many ingredients in the refrigerator, so Sheena slightly fries two dishes and one soup is enough.
Although Sheena did not cook often before, she had practiced her cooking since she was a child. So, after a while, Harold smelled the scent from the kitchen. His hands on the keyboard paused, and he raised his head and glanced at the kitchen.
Sheena's busy figure in the kitchen is printed on the glass door, and her slender figure is well outlined.
Harold squinted, put down the computer and got up and walked towards the kitchen.
When the door behind her was opened, Sheena just picked up the first dish from the pot, and when she heard the sound, she looked back and said, "The dish will be ready soon. You can wait a little longer."
Harold was silent, "Do you want me to help?"
"No..." Sheena wanted to refuse subconsciously. She was very proficient in kitchen matters and didn't need Harold, but after seeing the expression on his face, she realized that the ‘help’ he said was not referring to this, but the issues on being framed.
That matter should not be underestimated. No matter how well it is handled, it will have an impact on Sheena's reputation.
But even so, Sheena doesn't need it.
"No need." She finished. "You have helped me a lot. I can take care of the rest."
"Don’t you worry about being affected?" Harold.
Sheena, "I worry and so what? Like you said, I can take back what I lost and regain my reputation."
Everything she has now has been struggling from scratch and nothing can be worse than it was then.
Hearing her answer, Harold's lips curled up slightly, and there was a little appreciation for her in his eyes, "You learned quickly."
"There is a lot of fumes. You should go out." Sheena waved her hand and turned around to continue cooking.
Harold left the kitchen. He really didn't like the smell of oily smoke in the kitchen.
...
When Queenie called, Sheena was hiding in the bathroom and smoking.
"That pair of dogs is really shameless. It’s not enough for Hailey to sleep with your man and even your works are simply put under her command!", Queenie's voice was loud, and her lungs burst in anger.
"I'll go back to get the evidence tomorrow; do you want to come with me?" Compared to Queenie's anger, Sheena looked calmer.
"Of course, I just called to tell you about this." Queenie said, "But... aren’t you irritated? Why does your voice sound so peaceful?"
"How can I be stimulated?" Sheena said in a self-deprecating tone, "Anyway, I am divorced from this marriage. Not only will I fight a divorce case, but my manuscript has been privately published on the Internet in the name of Hailey and she still has the face to say that I plagiarize?"
Sheena is so old that she doesn't know what plagiarism is! She was actually bitten behind her back!
"Okay, I will ask a colleague to collect evidence for you about the manuscript." Queenie pondered for a moment, and said, "Anyway, don't worry about the divorce lawsuit. It's on me. I want Liam to lose all everything!"
"Thank you, Queenie." Sheena said heartily, "I really don't know what to do without you."
Queenie; "Come on., I'm not used to you being so sentimental to me suddenly. First, you must have a good rest, and I will come to the hospital to pick you up tomorrow morning."
"Eh... wait a minute." When it came to the hospital, Sheena remembered that she hadn't told Queenie that she had been discharged. "I have been discharged. I will just take a taxi to your community tomorrow."
"You left the hospital? Where do you live now? Why don't you tell me when you leave the hospital? Your injury is still not healed.", Queenie said in a very disapproving tone.
"At...a friend's house. Don't worry about my injury. It's fine."
"Friend's house? Which friend? You have other friends besides..." Queenie was still talking non-stop, suddenly as if she realized something, she stopped and asked in surprise, "Don’t tell me you’re at Harold's house?"
When asked directly, Sheena really didn't know how to answer: "Don't ask so much. Anyway, at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, I will wait for you at the gate of the small community."
After speaking, Sheena hung up the phone, turned around and opened the toilet door to go out and saw Harold standing by the stairs in his nightgown, looking at her deeply.
Sheena trembled, "When did you come...?"
Although the conversation between her and Queenie is not unacceptable...
"I didn't hear the content of your call." Harold glanced at her with an idiotic look, and when she touched the cigarette on her fingertips, he frowned, "Didn't the doctor say to quit smoking? Why are you smoking again?"
Sheena hurriedly pinched it out, turned around and walked into the bathroom, threw it into the toilet and flushed it away. Her movements were clean and tidy, and Harold looked a little bit dumbfounded.
"You have eaten your food and I have cleaned up the kitchen, then I'm leaving." Sheena said when she came out again.
Harold twisted his eyebrows, "Where are you going?"
"Hotel.”, she answered naturally.
"Don’t I have a place for you to live?" The man's face became a little ugly.
Sheena bit her lower lip, "I am OC. I don't want the place where other women lie down."
Harold snorted coldly, "What's wrong? Why don't you say that the men used by other women are dirty?"
Sheena didn't speak, but her black and bright eyes looked at him as if she could speak.
Harold suddenly turned dark, and walked over a few steps to hold her slender wrist: "Do you still dare to say a dirty word to me?!"