Chapter 65
Probably the continuous and inappropriate crying from the loudspeaker brought so great the impacts to Shawn Yeats that he didn't know what exactly Vanessa Green was thinking at the moment.
And he did find it impossible to reply to her.
After a brief silence, he took her hand and decided to skip it straightly.
"It's rather late. Let's go home then."
"Well, you get that right. It is."
To his surprise, she agreed with him and nodded, "We'd better go home."
But there was something fishy about it. Shawn just stood still and looked narrowly at her. And he didn't call the driver until he was sure that she wasn't angry anymore.
However, as they got in, she said, "To the Carlson Residence."
It was the neighborhood where she lived.
Without much thinking, the driver's foot stamped down on the accelerator directly.
As Shawn turned to glance at Vanessa, he pursed his lips tightly and loosened his tie. And then he asked her carefully although he had known the answers, "Won't you go home?"
But she turned away to avoid looking at him, "Certainly I will. I just follow your idea."
"And go back my home."
Hearing that, he just stared at her for a moment. And then he turned his gaze away and told the driver in a calm and determined manner, with no intervention allowed.
"To the Emerald Garden."
After the reply, the driver beat on the steering wheel, ready to turn about.
Seeing that, Vanessa raised her voice immediately, "Well, it is the Carlson Residence!"
The driver was in a spin about it as he gripped the wheel. He looked at Shawn in the driving mirror.
But Shawn just nodded calmly this time, "All right. Anything she says."
?
Vanessa glanced over her shoulder with surprise and saw Shawn watching her. Immediately, she tore her eyes away, pretending nothing had happened.
Unexpectedly, there wasn't any detainment that she had assumed before. There was nothing.
It wouldn't kill him to sweet her up, would it?!
Vanessa just became angrier.
As she arrived at the gate of the neighborhood with a feeling of resentment, she got off grumpily. She went through the gate and took a few steps. And then she found that Shawn was following her.
As she turned back, she caught his eyes by surprise.
In the twilight, the rims of his glasses sparkled swiftly which were not as bright as his eyes.
He kept his eyes fixed on her as if all he could see in the world were her. There was some kind of passion showing straightly in his intense eyes, the passion that could only be seen when they were canoodling with each other.
Although he said nothing on the public occasion, he seemed to flirt with her by his very look.
Vanessa's reaction failed her and she blushed a bit.
And then she turned around swiftly.
She had every doubt that he couldn't get around her, and the only thing he could do was seduction.
As they reached the elevator, Vanessa got into it, followed by Shawn silently.
The elevator ascended slowly, but they both remained quiet.
And the silence wasn't broken until a few seconds passed,
"What are you doing here?"
She jutted her chin forward awkwardly, "Well, I'm going home. Why do you follow me then?"
"Nothing."
He was standing beside her, as if he were her neighbor who just met her in the elevator, "Well, I've decided to sleep with pink sheets tonight."
"……Have you no shame. Did I permit you to stay overnight at my house?"
"Then what should I do?" He stood himself upright, but instead, he intertwined her fingers quietly, "So you mean it? You don't want to come back our home with me?"
"No."
A few seconds later, she shook off his hand with her last backbone, "Look, Shawn, I'm keen on face-saving. And because of you, I was bitterly humiliated before someone I admired. This isn't over."
As she said that, the door of the elevator was just open, so she got off it and walked to her home.
There was a loud clack of her high heels from the open hallway.
No lack of vigor was displayed anyway. 
But she was stumped suddenly as she stood in her doorway.
She dug into her clothes and trousers. And then she stopped her fumble.
Shawn just stood behind her, looking at her with unruffled calm.
After a long time had passed, he said with a smile, "What, you are blessing something again?"
"……"
She made no reply. Instead, she turned around and led the way to the elevator again.
This time, Shawn showed her much respect without asking any questions. And he followed her again without a note of impatience.
It was just that this time she didn't let go of his hand as she just did, when he caught her hands downstairs. 
But she just kept her head down and was still in a huff.
As she got in, she was curled up in the corner of the car peaceably, without saying anything.
And the reason why she did so, was that she was in such a hurry to go to the hospital today that she took nothing but her phone.
Because of it, the failure of the plan to run away from home, which only took half an hour, was announced.
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"What do you want for dinner?"
As they arrived, Shawn took off his coat and headed for the kitchen.     
But Vanessa didn't look at him. As she walked towards the room with her back to him, she told him coldly, "Nothing. I have no appetite."
Shawn rolled up the cuffs and replied to her in a calm manner, "Have you? Well, I don't know when I will have the time to cook next time."
Hearing that, she stopped and bent back. She just turned around as if she were a compass, and did find him standing beside the counter.
"So you are apologizing to me?"
He nodded leisurely, "May I?"
"Well, it depends on your cooking," said she.
A glimmer of amusement showed in his eyes, at last. He turned to open the refrigerator, "I believe I'm a good cook. So what do you want?"
"Everything." said she.
"……"
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But certainly he couldn't cook everything. There were three plain dishes and a soup.
After such a hassle, she had cooled down much. She did him a favor and took her seat.
"Well, I'm not very hungry. And I won't have to make do if it fails to taste good."
"All right," said he.
However, as she took a sip of the vegetable soup, she was stumped and then bowed her head silently.
She hated her taste buds failing her, her mouth beyond control, and the trump card that he had hidden.
Half an hour later, Vanessa gave the bowl a thorough lick and looked at it. As she wiped her mouth with the napkin, she said, "Well, this time I'll let it go at that. If you dare lie to me again, I will never work my anger off, even though you become a Michelin Chef and do the cooking."
Shawn didn't say to her until he put down his chopsticks and served the soup for her unhurriedly, "Well, it was not a lie, was it?"
With glazed eyes, she thought about it carefully.
It seemed no.
He had never said something like "Rachel Taylor was not my sister."
"Then why don't you tell me since you know I'm a big fan of her?"
She still found it hard to calm down as she thought, "It is quite an event. And you didn't talk about it at all."
"Didn't I?"
He pushed the bowl close to her, "Well, last time I accompanied you to the noodle restaurant, and I asked you whether you wanted to talk to her."
Instantly, her mind was yanked back to the memory of that night by his words.
It flashed back to those merry scenes of the past, which instead became black and white as the truth was out.
"So what does your sister do usually, since she doesn't work in your company?"
"Oh she, well, just sings and dances. Nothing else."
"What is so funny?"
"Nothing."
"Then why don't you show me her pictures? I've got a bit curious."
"But I don't have them."
Gradually she clenched her fist.
"Shawn."
Finding that there seemed to be something up in her tone, he didn't look up until he was stumped for a moment.
However, before she could speak out, she saw the same smile in his eyes, just as they did that night.
With sentimentality, she thought that he would be delighted because she ate with him.
It turned out that he was just watching a free comedy.
"What's wrong?"
Shawn asked softly.
But she suddenly stood up, "You are so annoying, aren't you!"
He just looked after her as she ran for the room with rage and without her shoes on. He rested his arms on the back of the chair, being rather relaxed, and then laughed.
However, as three hours had passed and he got his work done, ready to have a bath in the room, he just wiped the smile off his face.
As he shook at the knob with more strengths the second time, he still failed to open the door.
Did she lock it?
He raised his hand to knock, "Vanessa?"
But he heard no reply.
"Vanessa? Are you asleep?"
"Vanessa?"
After a good while's waiting, her voice came from inside, at last.
"Well, the big sofa in the living room, or the soft pillow in the guest room, you can choose one of them."
"……"
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Over the three hours, Vanessa had been feeling that she was like a simpleton. She rubbed her pillow because of delight one moment, and then pulled her hair owing to anger the next.
She was delighted because she should have such a close relationship with her favorite star.
A star who was the sister of her boyfriend!
And the sister whom he would sit beside to have a meal and who would give him a bonus in the New Year!
It was something beyond Vanessa's wildest dreams.
And she was angry because she had done something so foolish as she first met her idol.
And Shawn just sat by there. He didn't remind her even though he knew Rachel Taylor's appearance behind her.
She was humiliated in the presence of her boyfriend's sister, and her idol. She still got goose bumps as she thought about it at the moment.
In the meantime, Rachel had kept herself busy over these three hours.
What had been done could not be undone. With the photo as the irrefutable evidence, all her struggle would be in vain.
Even though those media officials failed to unveil the relationship between her and Edward Yost based on the photo, with little possibility, it would remain a blot for the rest of their lives.
After weighing many parties' interests, Rachel decided to disclose the secret at ten pm, which she had hidden for more than twenty years.
The moment she posted the tweet, it was not only the platform and those programmers but also the staff working in all entertainment media who had got home from work that had a breakdown.
In just ten minutes, anyone who had access to the internet had known the news.
Actually Edward didn't have complicated character relations. As the news that he and Rachel were a couple was revealed, naturally, the media would know that the latter was Juana Yeats, the daughter of William Yeats and the sister of Shawn Yeats.
When the enthusiasms of all social media were aroused, Vanessa had almost assimilated that piece of news. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed and applying body lotion.
But she didn't have a feeling of peace.
First it was Tracy Jones who phoned Vanessa and had a double check whether her eyes deceived her, and then it was Emily Lynd who called Vanessa and just screamed.
"Oh is it true!! Rachel Taylor!! How could she be your boyfriend's sister!"
Emily was so excited that she got a blaring voice. Repulsed by that, Vanessa just threw her phone away and switched on speakerphone. And then she went back to her body lotion.
"It is. Well, you'd better calm down. Your voice is deafening my ears."
But how could she? Well, could you be calm when you suddenly know your best friend's boyfriend was the brother of a household superstar?
Besides, Emily just had a drink with her friend. With the alcohol going to her head, and such an amazing gossip, she would do a good job if she could only express her ideas fully.
"Well Vanessa, you are my fellow, aren't you!! How could you just keep such a big event a secret?!"
"Well, can you believe, I've just got to know it today," said Vanessa with a brittle laugh.
"But how could it be!! How could Shawn hold it back! Well, he is going too far, isn't he!!"
"He is!"
Vanessa became angry as they talked about it. Abruptly, she covered the body lotion with a lid and threw it away, "He is locked out of the room at the moment. Well, he will never come in until I cool down."
As she stopped speaking, suddenly the door locked was turned.
Seeing that, she was just stumped for a moment. And then Shawn pushed open the door and came in.
With the key in his hand.
"……"
And almost subconsciously, Vanessa jumped out of bed immediately to drive him off.
"What are you doing here without my permission! Just get out of here! Well, I haven't worked my anger off!"
But this time, Shawn had prepared for it. He won't be pushed away by her in an ungraded moment.
Seeing that she waved her arms about before him, he just caught her hand and lifted her in his arms. And then he put her in the bed.
Vanessa flumped down into her bed. Before she could come back to earth, Shawn just leaned over to pin her down and rested his arms around her shoulders.
She hadn't calmed down with her disturbed breath because of her struggle. But she suddenly held her breath the moment she looked into his eyes.
The room just glowed with warmth, and the lights were rather dim, as if they were covered by some kind of veiling, which made his eyes even intenser.
And he was looking at her quietly, with his eyes gleaming.
The extreme gentleness would turn into a kind of seduction.
A moment or two later, he smoothed away the hair from her face, and asked her in a low voice, "So what exactly should I do to stroke you down?"
Wreathed in his breath, she felt the air was a bit thin and she became nervous because of a lack of oxygen.
He came closer to her, with his breath blowing into the end of her nose.
"Well? Answer me."
And it was at that time
That Emily's unashamed voice came from her phone by her pillow suddenly.
"Ha, ha, well, it is rather simple! The feud is resolved through sex, Shawn!"
"……"
At the moment.
Vanessa got a few apartments suddenly
--apartments made by her curling of her toes.