Chapter 1189

Chapter 1189 Celine chased after Shannon. “Madam, are you really just going to let her be?”

“Shut your mouth! Don’t you ever dare say something like that again!” Shannon shouted at her. Julie already made it clear that

Sherry was John’s personal maid and Shannon’s sister by name.

No matter how much Shannon resented Sherry or hoped for her death, even if John was okay with it, laying a finger on her sister

would damage her reputation, and the public would condemn her for hurting a family member. Shocked, Celine immediately

covered her mouth.

The temperature started to plummet following the sun setting over the horizon.

Sherry got up and went out for a walk.

There was still some time until dinner, and she had no idea when John would come back, so she wanted to get some fresh air.

Celine was by the front gate when Sherry came over. She glared at Sherry but was blatantly ignored.

Sherry went out of the gate and started wandering along

the main pathway with her hands pocketed.

“Ms. Fowler.”

A polite voice called her name from the back all of a sudden.

Having changed into a simple dress and covered in a shawl, Julie looked charming and gentle, especially with her hair tied back.

She seemed to be unusually friendly as well.

Confused , Sherry cautiously asked, “Is there anything | can help you with, Mrs. Stockton?” “You don’t need to address me like

that. Just call me Julie.” Julie went up to her. “You might be here with us as a servant, but | know how John feels about you, and |

don’t see you as a servant either.” She certainly knew how to captivate hearts using her sweet words.

If Sherry was an innocent and inexperienced young girl, she would have believed Julie and become best friends with her.

However, her instinct told her Julie was not a friend, but she had no idea why the woman would want to approach her.

Sherry hid her thoughts with a smile. “You are really nice. | wish that bastard John would be as kind as you.”

Julie could still smile when she heard Sherry praising her, but when Sherry called John a bastard, her smile turned

cold. Fortunately, she recovered to her usual composure swiftly. She smiled. “Ms. Fowler, I’m sure John only does this because

he cares about you.” Sherry’s eyes flickered. “John is not only a married man, but his wife is also my sister, and | don’t think it's

appropriate for you to tell me that he cares about me.”

She could understand if Julie wanted to defend John, but the woman emphasized John’s feelings for her. What was she trying to

achieve? Getting Sherry and John back together? Sherry’s gentle gaze shifted. “I didn’t mean it in an odd way. | just don’t want

you to misunderstand him.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry though. | know that bastard. | would never misunderstand his personality.”

Julie’s gentle expression froze, but not because of what Sherry said.

Sherry sensed the awkwardness, so she turned around and looked in the direction of Julie’s gaze.

The man was watching them elegantly in the cart. He wore a gray checkered suit as he slouched on the cart lazily. His lips

seemingly curled into a smile, but there was no delight in his eyes behind those golden — framed glasses.

Sherry was caught by surprise. She quickly lifted her chin with her hands pocketed and looked at him arrogantly.

John smiled. “It seems like you had so much to eat in the day and intend to skip dinner.”