Chapter 10
Vanessa regretted what she had said by Shawn's smile.
It would be better for Vanessa to say "You have a problem with me, don't you?". In this case, Shawn would have replied "Yes" or "No".
Now he was standing there with a foxy smile, making people afraid.
Shawn stepped forward and was closer to her.
"Why do you think I want to see you?"
Vanessa held her chest confidently and refuted, "Then why did you reject my manuscript three times?"
Her manner was appropriate and firm. Her words were logical, with a little brainwashing function.
It was right. Her manuscript was so well written that even the most professional editor-in-chief couldn't find fault.
But Shawn had rejected her manuscript three times. Was there any other reason besides wanting to see her?
But Shawn only said lightly, "I'm not satisfied."
"Dissatisfied? Why?"
When the wind blew, Vanessa gathered her scarf and was aggressive. She raised her chin high. "You point out my faults one by one, and I will revise them one by one. I don't believe that I can't make it."
She stared at Shawn, not at all relaxed.
But Shawn wasn't affected by her.
Shawn smiled lightly. He didn't want to tangle with her. He was about to leave.
Her efforts proved futile. Vanessa took a cold breath to refresh herself and then turned to hold Shawn's wrist.
When Shawn turned back, he saw Vanessa holding her chin high, and the light of the lamp flickering in her eyes.
"Or you just want to see me."
 "..."
After a while of silence, Shawn looked back at Vanessa's face. But he took out his hand gradually.
Vanessa's hand stopped in the air.
It was over.
Just as Vanessa was about to make up an excuse to get rid of embarrassment and leave, Shawn in front suddenly said, "Come here."
Vanessa was stunned for a moment. Shawn had already turned to the elevator.
She couldn't help smiling triumphantly at Shawn's back and then trotted after him.
Along the way, Shawn didn't speak.
Vanessa was also tactfully silent and acted cautiously.
She clearly knew that she was making trouble out of nothing, but she just didn't know whether Shawn was teasing her or had been fooled by her.
If Vanessa said a few more words now, maybe Shawn would change his attitude.
When the elevator arrived, Shawn went straight out.
It was a penthouse duplex. Only he lived on this floor. It was quiet. There was no one else. The sound of their light and heavy footsteps was particularly obvious.
After Shawn pressed his fingerprint, the door automatically opened.
They walked unimpeded. Without looking around, he walked quickly. He went directly to a table in the living room and looked back at Vanessa. He curled his index finger up and knocked on the table twice.
"Sit here and revise."
 "..."
Vanessa felt speechless for a moment.
Shawn seemed to think that she was here to revise the manuscript.
Reluctantly, she walked over, took out her laptop, and sat down.
Vanessa stealthily stared at Shawn while the laptop was turning on.
After arranging for Vanessa, he answered his phone. He took off his coat while whispering. He walked to a row of dark cabinets and took out a cup.
The moment Shawn turned around, Vanessa immediately changed her expression. She showed a coy look.
Unfortunately, Shawn didn't look at her at all.
He walked towards the wine cabinet with his mobile phone in one hand and a cup in the other.
Vanessa, "...."
It seemed that every man's shirt would be messy after he returned to his home.
It was unknown when Shawn untied a button. His forepart was somewhat loose and extended to the waistline. Then it was wrapped by the straight suit pants. His legs had a great sense of existence in this huge room.
He put the cup on the table, picked up the decanter, poured the wine, and hung up the phone.
The moment he picked up the cup, he looked back at Vanessa. "Do you want to drink water?"
Because he was too idle in a series of behaviors just now, Vanessa once thought that he had forgotten her existence.
At this moment, being suddenly asked by him, Vanessa came to her senses and nodded.
"I want to drink the one you drink."
"This is wine."
Vanessa's pupils were black and bright. Her eyes were exquisite, flexible, and affectionate, so she had been very good at using her eye advantage.
She nodded and looked up into Shawn's eyes. "I know."
Shawn said nothing and poured her a cup of wine.
When the wine glass was placed in front of Vanessa, it made a clear noise against the table.
With the noise, Vanessa smiled faintly.
However, Shawn went away a while later.
Vanessa complained silently and took a sip of wine.
This wine was not low in alcohol content. Vanessa knew it.
But she knew more about her drinking capacity.
She could control her drinking capacity according to her needs. She could be not drunken after drinking a lot of wine or be drunken after taking a sip of wine.
The manuscript had been opened, and Vanessa had to start revising it.
While Shawn sat by the window, turned on a floor lamp, leaned loosely into the back chair, and sank into the night.
A few minutes later, the cell phone ring broke the silence.
Shawn's voice was not loud, but Vanessa could hear it clearly.
He picked his phone up. He was flipping through a book with his other hand. His tone was casual, "No."
The caller was Sophia.
A friend of Sophia's went to Valiant some time ago. Sophia had specially asked her to bring back two bottles of century-old Nobel Wine from the auction.
It was not long after her friend got off the plane. Sophia got the wine and eagerly wanted to give Shawn to please him.
"Why?"
Sophia asked.
When Shawn looked up, the glass of the French window reflected the figure of Vanessa.
In fact, he could clearly see that Vanessa was looking at him instead of looking at the laptop.
"Inconvenient."
Shawn's tone was relaxed. It was obvious that he wasn't busy with business.
Sophia blinked and tentatively asked, "What's wrong? Is there a woman in your room?"
"Work." Shawn looked back at the wine in the glass and said, "Is there anything else?"
This sentence was a disguised eviction order.
"When will you finish your work? I'll send them to you."
"No need."
Then he hung up the phone.
Sophia listened to the beep in the earphone and was stunned for a long time.
Outside the window, the lights were on. At night, the heavy traffic was like a dynamic picture.
The room was quiet and the lights were soft. Both of them were quiet. There was the only soft sound of the keyboard from time to time.
After a while, a soft voice came from behind, "Mr. Yeats, I've revised it. Would you like to have a look?"
Shawn got up slowly. As soon as he turned back, Vanessa came toward him with the laptop in her arms.
Stiletto heels outlined the sexy curve of her long legs. But she smiled innocently.
When Shawn was silent, Vanessa squatted down beside him and brought the laptop to him with both hands.
Shawn took the computer with one hand and put it on the small table at his side. He operated the touch screen with his fingers.
While reading the manuscript, he glanced at Vanessa and found that she didn't stand up either. She squatted there and half-cocked her head, looking at him.
From Shawn's angle of view, Vanessa seemed to put her chin on his leg.
Shawn's eyelid jumped for a while. He suddenly thought "Is there a woman in your room?"
This press release had more than 3000 words. It took only three minutes for Shawn to skim through it.
The clock on the wall pointed to eight. It was already dark.
Shawn had a glance at the dark clouds outside the window. It seemed that it was going to rain.
Maybe it happened that Vanessa should stay.
"How's it going?"
Vanessa looked at him expectantly.
"Too verbose."
While saying this, Shawn handed the laptop back to her.
Vanessa, "...."
All right.
Vanessa sat back with the laptop and began to revise.
She was serious this time.
Why did Shawn have so many demands? He seemed going against Vanessa.
Vanessa focused on revising. But Shawn put his legs on the leg stool and took a nap with his eyes closed in the light.
The shadow of the green plants swayed gently on the ground, and the sound of keyboard tapping filled the whole space, sometimes hurried and sometimes stopped.
The sound of the keyboard seemed to be in harmony with that of the wind.
Shawn fell asleep for more than half an hour until Vanessa came over again with the laptop.
When Shawn opened his eyes, he first looked at his wristwatch.
"A lot more simplified." Vanessa said, "Is there any problem?"
Shawn pointed to a part of the manuscript and said, "This is not what I meant."
"What do you mean?"
Shawn raised his eyes, "Think about it yourself."
 "..."
"Or I'll write it for you?"
 "..."
After spending more than half an hour pondering that sentence, Vanessa unconsciously finished the wine at hand.
When she took the laptop to look for Shawn again, her face was already flushed.
When Shawn took over the laptop, he first looked at the time in the lower right corner.
It was late.
Half a minute later.
"All right."
Vanessa, who had been denied many times, was surprised that she got the affirmative answer, "Really?"
Shawn looked up. He smelled shampoo and wine.  
"Is there really nothing to revise?" Vanessa resisted the urge to snort coldly, and still smiled sweetly, but she couldn't help but tease, "I can revise it again. It doesn't matter to me."
"Well?" When Shawn was still in that position, he looked down at her and said, "It doesn't matter to you?"
"Your boyfriend doesn't matter since you stay so long in a man's house?"
Vanessa's smile slowly disappeared. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "I have no boyfriend."
Shawn looked surprised.
Seeing that Shawn seemed to disbelieve her words, Vanessa added, "It's true. The night I first saw you, I went back to break up with him."
 "..."
When she said this, she was afraid that he would not know what she meant. She added the premise of "The night I first saw you" without any trace.
Anyway, it was the truth. How to understand it was Shawn's business.
Shawn didn't say anything immediately but looked at her for a few seconds.
"So?"
So?
Vanessa didn't expect him to ask it.
Vanessa was gradually becoming drunken. Besides being a little hot all over, her brain was also a little hot.
Vanessa looked at him intently, her eyes showing caution, and her fingers gently pulled his sleeve.
"Can I chase you?"
With these words, Vanessa stared at Shawn and wanted to notice any of his emotions.
But Shawn's expression didn't seem to have changed.
After a moment of silence, his voice was calm, "If I reject, will you stop it?"
Vanessa blurted out, "No."
Shawn said, "Then why did you ask me?"