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.

lie, not to

more kiss. One

find it

hated it, hated the feeling

being slithered over by a

shuddered, shoving him out of way. Barefoot, she jumped to the ground like a bunny

she rambled, holding up her clothes with one hand while the other was grasped around

handsome face turned grim. His shirt was already halfway done and his chest heaved in surprise the

taking a huge puff of his cigarette. "What's the use of apologizing

'Was I just dumped?'

they all seemed

could get his fingers on Lena Mu too, but it seemed as

all her words seemed to die at the

once said that if a girl truly loved a man,

Lena Mu had flinched at even the slightest of

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

"I..."

that hard

Lena?" he demanded.