Chapter 555: Chapter 555



“No, I got them for myself.”

“Really?” Katherine smirked as she sat down. “Wow, you’re as exquisite as a princess.”

Shawn just smiled, not responding, his attention fixed on Katherine.

From her vantage point, she admired his tall figure. His long legs were neatly dressed in dark gray trousers, and his shirt, a lighter shade of gray, was crisp and meticulously pressed. Shawn’s silver watch caught the light as he moved towards Katherine with a deliberate stride, his presence commanding the room.

He casually loosened his black bow tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, easing into a more relaxed yet captivating demeanor.

Katherine, leaning against the makeup cabinet, looked up at him with a playful yet challenging smile.

As Shawn removed his watch and set it aside, he reached out to lift Katherine’s chin gently.

Lαtєst chαptєrs in g𝑎lnovels.c🍩m “Who are you calling a princess?” he teased, the term usually reserved for someone less than manly.

“Definitely you,” Katherine quipped, her hand traveling from Shawn’s waist to his collar, playfully pulling him closer.

“And how should I be rewarded?” Shawn murmured, his smirk deepening as he leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto hers in a mesmerizing gaze.

Their lips met in a kiss charged with unspoken promises.

As they lost themselves in each other, their clothes fell away, and their breaths became more ragged with intensity. Sweat beaded on Shawn’s forehead, dripping onto Katherine as they moved together.

In the quiet aftermath, the sudden ring of Shawn’s phone on the bedside table cut through the stillness.

Shawn glanced at his phone screen. The client he’d just wrapped up business with was calling. They had only signed the contract hours ago, so why the sudden urgency? He couldn’t understand.

Nearby, Katherine stood by the mirror, carefully smoothing her hair and patting a tissue to her lips. She glanced at Shawn, eyebrows raised. Shawn gave her a brief nod and walked out after saying, “Work.”

“Alright,” Katherine responded, trusting him implicitly. Even if he hadn’t explained, she wouldn’t have doubted him.

Shawn stepped into the living room and answered the call.

“Mr. Watson!” The client’s voice crackled through, frantic and barely coherent. Shawn sensed trouble.

“What happened?”

“I… I’ve really messed up!”

“What happened?”

“You remember that woman who delivered the wine to us? I tried to invite her out for some fun, but she kept saying no and even hurt herself with a piece of glass. There’s blood everywhere. It’s a disaster! What am I supposed to do? I’m so unlucky!”

Shawn pieced it together—Lina was injured. The client didn’t want the authorities involved, especially not in Illerith, where his influence was thin. And he wanted Shawn to take on some of the responsibility, to help clean up the mess.

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