My Wife Is A Gift From Heaven

"Sherlock, please don't, Sherlock..." Her eyes widened in panic as she pushed the man lying on her lap. Her fingers trailed down his cheeks.

The outgoing and humorous man darkened at the sight of her in panic. However, soon enough, the displeasure vanished, highlighting his handsome features.

"Lena," he said smoothly, raising up to kiss her on the cheek.

"I..." Lena Mu could only bite her lips, looking all too much like a porcelain doll.

"Lena," he whispered again, and his hoarse voice could barely be heard. His lips brushed up against her earlobe, and she shivered.

Lena Mu backed away just a bit, as a hand was trailing down her skin.

She loved Sherlock Mo,

so why was she so uncomfortable around him? The moment his fingers trailed down her skin, it felt as if her stomach was chewing her inside out, and not in a good way.

The close contact was making her skin crawl.

However, she pushed herself to be calm. 'If only Cliff were here, everything would be fine.'

He'd help her, right?

"Lena, listen to me. I mean it." He looked her deep in the eyes, breath fanning her face.

won't lie, not

kiss. One more

couldn't find it in herself

feeling of his hands touching

like being slithered over by a

she jumped to the ground like

can't. I didn't mean it...I was scared..." she rambled, holding up her clothes with one hand

His shirt was already halfway done and his chest heaved in surprise the moment she jumped off

puff of his cigarette. "What's the use of apologizing these

'Was I just dumped?'

women, and they all seemed to

fingers on Lena Mu too, but it seemed as if

I…." She wanted to explain more, but all her words seemed to die

if a girl truly loved a man, she'd stand over all the

Mu had flinched at even the

me?" There was sadness laced in his voice as Sherlock Mo stared at her. There was an

"I..."

it that hard

Lena?" he demanded.