Mr. CEO's Young Mistress
Chapter 48: I Can’t Tell You Since It’s a Secret

Leonard looked into Sharon's innocent eyes, his eyes softening. "The dress is just as I imagined. It suits you well."

He lowered his body, leaned over, and whispered hoarsely in her ear, "You look gorgeous."

Sharon's ears immediately turned red.

A faint smile appeared on his face and he straightened his back as if nothing happened.

It might be her imagination, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that Leonard had flirted with her just now.

At Bluesky University.

"Melanie, my birthday banquet is in three days. You're coming, aren't you?" Sharon asked Melanie, who was sitting across from her.

They were chatting during the class break.

Melanie pondered for a moment and smiled. "Well, what will you do if I don't?"

"Then we're no longer friends!" Sharon replied without hesitation.

"D*mn!" Melanie rolled her eyes.

Sharon laughed, "I'm serious. If you don't come, that's it for our friendship."

"I've been waiting for you to say that. Well, I'm not going! So we aren't friends anymore." Melanie snorted.

"As if I'd believe that," Sharon thought, smiling. She said, "I've already prepared a gown for you. I'll send it over to you tomorrow or the day after." "I'm not going!" Melanie glared at her.

"Mm-hmm. By all means, please, don't come." Sharon responded.

Melanie ground her teeth and pretended to lunge over and squeeze her neck.

Sharon dodged, grinning. "What? You said you didn't want to come. Make up your mind."

"Didn't you say that we wouldn't be friends anymore if I didn't go? Then how can I not attend?" Melanie grabbed Sharon's shoulders and rocked her.

Sharon felt a wave a dizziness. Melanie was about to shake her head off!

"Sharon, aren't you going to invite your classmates to your birthday banquet?" Someone asked loudly.

Immediately, the entire class went silent.

Sharon raised an eyebrow and announced, "You're all welcomed to come to the banquet. Is anyone interested?"

"That's not fair, is it? I heard you say that you prepared a gown for Melanie. Does that mean that you'll prepare clothes for us too?" A girl snickered.

Melanie snorted and placed a hand on the table, about to stand.

Sharon blinked and held her back.

Melanie frowned and looked at Sharon, who shook her head.

Melanie curled her lip but kept her temper in check.

Sharon turned to the girl who had spoken and asked, "Does your family prepare clothes for guests during banquets as well?"

"Of course not. We're not as rich as you." The girl scoffed.

Sharon chucked and drawled, "Interesting. So you think wealthy people should prepare clothes for guests, but those who aren't needn't do that. In other words, those who aren't rich should take advantage of those who are? Just because you aren't rich or powerful, everyone should care for you first?"

Sharon's words wiped the smug smirk off the girl's face and she glared at Sharon.

Sharon lifted her head and scanned the room. In a steady and slow voice, she continued. "I welcome anyone who wants to attend my banquet. I'll take it as my loss if you don't."

"Sharon, you prepared a gown for Sharon, so why not for us?" someone asked.

Their stupid question stumped her. "Melanie is my best friend. That's why I'm happy to give her a gown. But why should I prepare clothes for them? Is it just because I have Master Leonard, who's rich?" Sharon wondered, bewildered.

Sharon sighed and turned to look at that person. "Why do you think I won't prepare clothes for you?"

The person shrugged. "Because we don't belong in the same social class. You're rich, but we aren't. You'd prepare clothes for Melanie, but not us, because we aren't worth your time, am I right?"

"I have a question. How many of you think the same way as him?" Sharon asked incredulously, referring to the entire class.

"For God's sake, we're all university students, not primary school children! How can they speak of such illogical ideas without giving it any second thought?" Sharon wondered.

She did not want to think that way, but at that moment, she was thinking, "The human brain is a wonderful asset. Unfortunately, they don't seem to have any."

"Forget about it, Sharon. You don't have to take it seriously. We don't have the right to attend you birthday banquet, so we'll just wish you happy birthday in advance." Another person sneered.

...

Sharon furrowed her brows at her classmates once more.

After a beat, she smiled and turned around.

"See? She doesn't even think we deserve to attend her banquet. Why did we even bother asking?" someone quipped with a humph.

Sharon's smile deepened, not because she was trying to hide her pain, but because she actually found it quite amusing.

She realised her classmates were extremely hard to please.

"Sharon," Melanie called from beside her.

Sharon turned to look at her, curious. "What's wrong?"

"Don't you think it's a pity that some people are just shameless?" Melanie asked, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

Again, the room went silent.

Sharon said nothing.

When classes ended in the afternoon, Sharon and Melanie packed their bags and left the classroom arm in arm when a shadow suddenly appeared beside them. Sharon and Melanie jumped, instinctively taking a step back.

"Sharon, Melanie." Simon greeted with an apologetic smile when he saw how he had frightened them.

The corners of Melanie's mouth twitched, and she rolled her eyes, speechless.

She felt teenage boys were very immature sometimes, and they all seemed to turn into idiots whenever they saw a girl they liked.

In front of the girl he liked, shouldn't a boy act like a gentleman and tell jokes to gain her favour?

Instead, they always seemed to play tricks and pranks to attract the girls' attentions, just like how Simon had done.

Sharon sighed and brought her hand to her forehead. She looked at Simon and asked, "Do you need anything?"

Simon blushed, walked over to her side, and said, "I'll tell you while we walk."

Sharon was slightly suspicious, but she still nodded.

The three of them headed for the school gates in silence.

Sharon still hadn't heard Simon say anything, so she turned to look at him questioningly.

Unexpectedly, Simon was also looking at her with bright eyes.

Sharon blinked. Instead of immediately pulling her eyes away, she forced herself to act naturally. "Don't you have something to say?"

Simon paused before remembering. With a silly grin on his face, he said, "Oh, yes. I almost forgot."

Sharon looked at him, silently asking him to go on.

Simon clenched his hands into fists. "Can I attend your birthday banquet?"

Simon was tense, his eyes shining expectantly.

Sharon's eyes narrowed slightly.

Simon was like a shining star.

He was handsome and had a great family background. And unlike other sons of wealthy families, he did not flaunt his wealth around repulsively.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Sharon's mind, making her heart thump faster, and her breathing labored.

Melanie, who was holding onto her arm, instantly noticed she was shaking and looked at her in confusion.

Simon, however, turned beetroot at how intensely Sharon was staring at him, and squirmed uncomfortably.

"Shar-"

"Simon, I'd like to ask for your help." Sharon cut him off excitedly.

Simon's eyes widened in surprise.

Carrying her bag, Melanie stuffed both hands into her jeans pocket, bored. She kicked the small stones on the ground, frowning. From time to time, she would turn to look at Sharon and Simon, twenty to thirty meters away from her.

She didn't have a shift today, so she did not hurry their chat.

After almost half and hour, they finally finished their discussion and walked towards her.

Sharon's steps were light, and she wore a light smile on her face. It was as if she had resolved a major issue that had plagued her for a long time.

On the contrary, Simon's face was still red as a tomato all the way to his ears. He pressed his lips together and kept glancing at Sharon, his eyes full of affection.

Melanie observed them with raised eyebrows.

"Did they get together?" she wondered.

Outside the gates, Sharon saw Nick waiting for her, standing beside a car.

She turned to Simon and said, "See you."

Simon held his excitement back and gave her a small smile. "See you."

Sharon pulled Melanie forward, but stopped after a few steps.

Simon looked at her in surprise.

Sharon twisted her head back, waved at him, and said, "Thank you."

Simon paused for a moment and grinned. "I'm happy to do it."

His words surprised Sharon. Giving him another wave, she turned around, tugged Melanie, and headed towards the car.

Melanie looked back at Simon, who was standing in the same spot, staring at Sharon. She narrowed her eyes at Sharon, doubtful. "What did the two of you plot behind my back?"

"I can't tell you since it's a secret," Sharon replied.

"Tsk..."