The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"Is the person inside okay?" Sherman asked hoarsely.

The two staff members who were guarding the door exchanged terrified glances. "A man claimed to be the boyfriend of the person inside the room, so he was let in. We didn't know that the person inside was someone you knew!"

Sherman immediately panicked. "Quick, open the door!"

"Huh? Oh, okay!"

The staff carried the hotel's access card with them at all times. As the door opened, Sherman suddenly remembered something. He gestured for the other staff members to step back a few steps to ensure that the scene inside the room would not be seen by anyone else before he entered.

His heart was pounding as he stepped inside. It was not until he saw a thin man lying on the floor clutching his abdomen and Rita holding a shard of broken glass in her hand, blood dripping from her palm, that he felt a rush of relief. He had arrived just in time.

He quickly approached and covered Rita's body with a blanket, then carefully held her wrist. Rita, still dazed, felt someone touching her and began to struggle frantically. Unfortunately, she had lost too much strength. Tears of helplessness streamed from her eyes.

"It's me, Sherman. Don't be afraid, you're safe now," Sherman reassured her.

Rita only remembered hearing a familiar voice, a voice she could trust. Slowly, her grip loosened.

Sherman looked at the injured Rita, and his heart ached. He could not bear to think what would have happened if he had arrived a moment later.

The thug on the floor groaned in pain as Sherman carefully wrapped Rita's wrist with a towel.

Not giving up, the thug stood up and cursed at Sherman. "Who the hell are you? Don't you know that bad guys will get their comeuppance? This is my girlfriend! What do you think you're doing? You better watch out I'll get someone to teach you a lesson!"

Seeing Sherman approaching him with a dark expression, the thug stepped back under his intimidating presence. That crazy woman had stabbed him with a shard, and he had no idea if the wound was serious.

"What do you want? There are staff outside. One shout from me, and they'll all come rushing in." He tried to threaten Sherman arrogantly, but Sherman did not give him the chance.

With one swift kick, he sent him flying several yards, and he crashed heavily to the ground. He then passed out, and the room fell silent.

Sherman's chest heaved heavily as

he looked down at the thug who had collapsed on the ground. His emotions were extremely unstable at this moment. He would not have

easily let the thug off the hook if it

were not for Rita still lying on the

bed.

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Rita especially her honor-was his priority, after all.

After a moment of contemplation, he finally decided to dismiss the staff outside. The fewer people who knew about the day's events, the better.

"Send two people to take this man to the hospital. Remember: don't let him leave," instructed Sherman.

The only staff member allowed

inside kept his eyes glued to the ground, not daring to lift them even once. He was well aware of why he was the only one allowed in and what it meant. He knew better than to breathe a word about what he had witnessed if he did not want to lose his job,

Sherman was pleased with his compliance. After the thug was taken away, Sherman lifted Rita into his arms.

Just as he was about to take her downstairs in the company-president-exclusive elevator, someone burst in through the door, accompanied by a group of people.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Vince, don't be angry. I only knew about it because someone told me, but I'm sure Rita isn't that kind of girl."