Ex-husband Goes Money Comes by Yvone Zabielski novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436 Pretend to Be Suffering

In Russell’s villa…

In the bedroom, things were so erotic.

The white silk curtain was tightly closed, and there was a circle of light–yellow light on the curtain, adding some romantic and warm colors.

Russell leaned on Sherlyn in infatuation, breathing lightly. The back of his hand gently caressed her delicate cheeks.

Russell asked gently with an attractive low voice, “Do you want to break up?”

Sherlyn had to shake her head. “No. I don’t want to part with you.”

Russell was satisfied with this answer and kissed Sherlyn’s lips.

Sherlyn pushed him away and scolded him in a low voice, “Stop. I’m so tired.”

Russell flipped over and leaned against the bed. The bedding covered his bare upper body and his sweaty abdominal muscles. He was sexy.

Russell pulled Sherlyn into his arms and got down to business. “Sherlyn, I hope you can face the fear in your heart and try to go back to the Felton’s home.

“I admit that I have selfish motives. If you are announced as the daughter of the Felton family, our marriage will be justified. Everyone will bless us, and no one will question us. Even if it is for our future, I hope you can give it a try.

“But don’t worry. No matter what, I will never give up on you. I will be with you and face all the fear.”

Sherlyn was silent for a long time.

Sherlyn calmed down and thought about it. She understood Russell.

Sherlyn thought, well, I’ll give it a try.

“Okay, I promise you. I’ll be done in a few days. Then I will call Ronian and go back to the Felton’s home.”

Russell kissed Sherlyn’s forehead in satisfaction.

Sherlyn sighed. Speaking of the Felton family, she would think of that attack on the top floor.

“Russell, do you remember the last time I went back to the Felton’s home to find evidence that Jerry was an illegitimate child for Viola?”

Russell nodded.

“of course, I do. After that, you were unwilling to go back.”

Sherlyn got up from Russell’s arms and looked at him seriously. “The night I got the photo, I encountered something particularly terrible.”

Russell frowned slightly. “Why haven’t I heard you talk about it for so long?”

“Because Ronian said it was just my imagination. I can’t remember it clearly. Moreover, this is a private matter of the Felton family, so I have never told anyone about it.”

Russell became serious. “What happened to you that day?”

Sherlyn lowered her head, lost in thought, and narrated in detail.

“Ronian set a rule for the Felton family. When night falls, the top floor will be locked, and no one is allowed to go up. However, the top floor is where my father’s study and mother’s bedroom are.

That day, I climbed over the wall from the window downstairs and just happened to enter my father’s study. I stole a photo, but someone smashed my head with an ashtray from behind and even grabbed my neck. He wanted to kill me.

“The light in the study room was dim that day. I could vaguely see the attacker’s eyes in the moonlight. The killing intent was strong. His bloodshot eyes were so terrifying that he looked like a demon from hell.

“There was a terrifying voice roaring in my ear. The attacker seemed to say… why I was alive, I was a disgrace, and that I should die…”

Russell listened carefully, finding it was incredible.

“It’s so unbelievable. Other than that person’s eyes, do you remember what the attacker looked like? It was a man and woman?”

Sherlyn closed her eyes and carefully recalled.

After a while, she said as she shook her head, “I don’t remember it.”

Russell pulled Sherlyn into his arms and carefully comforted her. “If this is not a dream but a real experience, then someone has been imprisoned on the top floor of the Felton’s house for many years. This matter is not small.” Sherlyn nodded. “Yes, I have been suspecting my mom who I have never seen before. Russell, have you seen her?” “Of course, I have. But Mrs. Felton doesn’t seem to go out often, and she never participates in the ladies‘ parties. I can only see her when the Felton family holds a banquet.”