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,

kiss.

couldn't find it in herself to

hated it, hated the feeling of his hands touching

was like being slithered over by

she jumped to the ground

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

halfway done and his chest heaved in surprise the moment

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

'Was I just dumped?'

countless of women, and they all seemed to

thought he could get his fingers on Lena Mu too, but it seemed as if his plans were already falling

to explain more, but all her words seemed to die at the back

truly loved a man,

at even the slightest of touch. Didn't she

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

"I..."

that

Lena?" he demanded.