I've Been There Before

With time passing fast, it was a week later after that night.

In the Shaw Group, as soon as it was the off-duty time, the man quickly took the car key on the desk and was in a hurry to the underground parking.

The car was started and rushed out of the underground parking so fast, but it was even much slower than the man’s heart that already went back home.

The Shaw Manor, in the twilight of the winter, was experiencing the silence of the nightfall. The day got dark fast, and there were only the road lamps lighting in the darkness. The darkness brought more graveness to the black iron gate, making the whole manor lifeless and ponderous.

The black Bentley car, with the bright headlamp turning on, sped into the gate still being opened. On the road that the car had rushed over just now, the dead leaves that the gardener even had still not cleaned up fallen down on the ground again after being blown to the air vortically.

Opening the door, the man strode into the house. His straight and strong figure was just proportional. God had favored the man so much that even any of his hair was perfect.

“Sir, welcome back.” The old butler stood in the hallway as usual, and took over the man’s bag politely. Then he handed the man a velvet towel. The man took the warm and wet towel with his slender fingers, then wiped his face casually, and threw it back to the old butler. “Where is her?”

The old butler paused his action as he heard this brief question, but he hid his pause well. He became the businesslike, upright and qualified butler again after one second. “Miss James is in her bedroom.”

“She didn’t go downstairs all day?”

“Yes.”

The man squinted his cold eyes. “She didn’t have lunch, too.”

The old butler lowered his eyes. “Miss James refuses to come out of her bedroom, so I had to put lunch at the door.”

The man nodded, and his face was drawn. “Ten minutes later, put the dinner at the door.”

After such a brief order, the man made his way to go upstairs, while his paces were rushed.

He got to the door of the bedroom, and glanced at the food on the dining car at the door... He frowned slightly... She refused to eat again.

the door, but there was no answer inside. He already got used to this situation, which was common

the doorknob, pressed it,

the door and looked around the room,

changed a lot.

He shouted with anxiety!

sill, the woman sat there, her feet hanging in the air out of the window,

voice, so

there!” Caden’s face

at him, and then turned her head back again indifferently, and showed him

feet were still swaying in the air, and her ears turned deaf to

cautiously raised his feet and walked to

didn’t move a little, which pacified Caden. It seemed that this woman also

her up, and threw her on the bed. “Don’t you know

and closed fast, leaving only three

was about

would drop down if you were careless even a little!... You said it’s funny?

funny.” She said the

of fury. He quickly pulled her onto his leg, tore off her pants, and began to slap

Slam! Slam! Slam!

finally released his worry, and his tense

she heard the crisp sounds of slaps before she could get used to the chill on her butt,

“Stop! Stop please!”

her reluctance, Caden’s fury that was released already arose again. His face turned cold in

dare to

got a strange feeling. She was like a kid being scolded by

and questioned the kid if she dared to make the

a kid! You can’t slap me