Chapter 307

Rice Joshua was into it, so Shermaine decided to tough it out and keep the outfit on, letting him have his way for once.

At that, Joshua’s eyes lit up with amusement. “You’re the best, Sheary.” He kissed her again. “Help me take off my shirt.”

He was roasting hot.

Shermaine reached up to undo his buttons.

When her fingers hit the metal buckle at his waist, she asked, “Want me to undo this too?”

“Yeah.”

Seconds later, a faint click sounded.

Joshua’s eyes darkened with need, and he all but devoured Shermaine right then and there.

In the heat of the moment, Shermaine kissed his eyelids. “Happy birthday, Joshua.”

“Thanks, Sheary.” He nuzzled her ear. “I love you.”

His monotonous life, once a black-and-white fairy tale, had burst into color since she came along.

The night had been wild.

Shermaine had totally underestimated Joshua. What she thought was his limit turned out to be nothing.

Dawn was breaking when she finally crashed, too wiped out to move a finger despite her usual energy.

Joshua kissed her shoulder before falling asleep beside her.

She slept till noon.

The most thrilled one in the family to see her sleep in was Owen, already picturing holding a cute grandbaby within a year.

He prepared a big meal for her.

When Shermaine woke, she didn’t head to the bathroom first. She padded barefoot to the study, where Joshua was on a video call.

Seeing her in the cream nightgown she’d changed into at dawn barefoot, he frowned, though his voice was gentle. “What’s up, hon?”

“Give me a pen and scratch paper,” Shermaine replied.

“Sit down. I’ll grab them.”

She plopped into the chair he’d been using.

Earlier in the video call, Joshua had already killed the camera, so the execs on the other end could only hear his voice–the screen was pitch black.

But their boss had gone soft, a total 180 from his usual cold, intimidating self.

Joshua handed her a pen and paper. “Got a breakthrough?”

“Yep,” Shermaine replied.

He ruffled her hair, thinking, “My Sheary is one of a kind, solving world-class problems after a nap. Guess I hadn’t worn her out enough last night if she had brain space to think about math in her sleep.”

Shermaine saw the “Meeting in Progress” banner. “I’ll move so you can keep the call going.”

He held her down. “No shoes. Stay put.” He told the call, “The meeting’s adjourned. Reconvene at 10 AM tomorrow when I’m back in the office.” He cut the call immediately.

With the meeting done, Shermaine made herself at home in his chair, cross-legged, and started reworking the twin prime conjecture from the ground up.

At Basterel University, Kylie noticed Shermaine hadn’t shown up for class—not even a trace of her all day. She had a rough idea of what the two had been up to last night.

Getting kicked out of York residence had been mortifying, so she’d taken it out on Sarah when she got back.

Sarah hadn’t accused Shermaine of two-timing Joshua; Kylie never would’ve thought Shermaine was the type to sneak into a hotel with some guy.

Turned out the whole thing was a joke.

The memory sent Kylie’s killer vibe spiking.

But after the York family’s cold shoulder last night, especially Joshua’s, she finally got the memo—they didn’t give a damn about her.