Mr. CEO's Young Mistress

Not even half a year after being married into the Faure family, that woman gave birth to a son.

That could only mean one thing.

While Melanie's mother had been bedridden, Marcel had been outside, sleeping with that woman.

When compared to the woman he loved and the child they had together, Marcel could not care less about Melanie, a child of a woman he did not love.

When even her biological father did not care about Melanie, how much would the woman who married him?

At the thought of this, Sharon's heart ached for Melanie. She reached out and grabbed Melanie's hand, stopping her from organizing the materials.

Melanie was startled. She turned to look at Sharon, questioning.

When she saw the love in Sharon's eyes, Melanie's gaze softened. She raised her chin and asked with a snort. "Does that look mean that you want to help me sort out the key points for these notes?" Sharon knew Melanie was pretending to act indifferent, so she could only sigh and cooperate with her. She raised an eyebrow. "You wish!"

Melanie tsked at Sharon and waved her off.

In the afternoon, Melanie was in a rush for her part-time job, so the moment classes were over, she ran out without waiting for Sharon.

Soon after, Sharon came out of the classroom alone with her schoolbag in hand.

Suddenly, a pair of long legs walked up to her.

Sharon stopped, slowly raising her head. It was Simon.

Sharon gazed at his handsome face and the corners of her mouth instinctively lifted upwards.

For some reason, she seemed to keep bumping into him these days.

Simon had a bag flung over his shoulder as he stood in front of Sharon. Being almost six feet, Simon was about a head taller than Sharon, who was only five feet three inches.

"Do you need something from me?" Sharon asked hesitantly.

"Erm... Yes." Simon's face was adorably red.

Sharon frowned slightly, looking at him with questioning eyes.

Simon took in a few breaths, looking anxious. He seemed hesitant to say something to her.

Sharon was a little confused. "Erm..."

"Here..." Simon gritted his teeth, took out an exquisite gift box from behind him and handed it to Sharon, his eyes darting nervously at her.

Sharon was slightly surprised and confused. "What is it?"

"It's a present," Simon murmured and pushed the gift box closer to Sharon, seeming as if he would force Sharon to accept it even if she refused.

Erm...

Sharon bit into her lower lip and clenched her hand that held the strap of her schoolbag tightly. She looked at him and asked in a soft voice, "Why would you give me a present out of nowhere?" Simon's face was as red as a cherry, his voice unbelievable small. "W-Will you go out with me?"

Sharon was dumbfounded.

Although he had spoken in a low voice, Sharon still heard it clearly.

Sharon's heart started beating wildly, and she blushed violently. She stared at Simon, stunned, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing that she hadn't answered, Simon pressed his lips together and stared at Sharon. He asked her once more, "I like you, Sharon. Will you go out with me?"

"H-He said that he l-likes me..." Sharon stammered mentally.

Sharon had turned red to her neck. "What a sudden confession!" she thought to herself.

After a few moments, Sharon finally took in a deep breath. She looked at Simon, and said, "I'm sorry, I—"

Simon rushed to cut her off, knowing that she was about to refuse him. "You don't have to give me an answer right now. Ju-Just think about it. I can wait." Simon pleaded with Sharon with his eyes. "Please?"

Sharon saw the way he was so anxious that he had started sweating buckets and had no choice but to swallow the words she had been about to say. In the end, Sharon reached out and accepted the box silently.