Chapter 298: Chapter 298: "You Swear You’ll Never Have Designs on My Boyfriend.

"No need. I just checked. It’ll be fine."

Noah Sterling refused flatly and turned to go downstairs.

Sherry Walsh watched him go, unable to resist muttering under her breath. ’Still trying to act so cool. I’d like to see how you sleep on a sofa that small!’

As she left the room, she glanced at the sofa again.

It really was tiny, probably not even five feet long.

Forget it.

’If he says he can manage, then let him.’

The two of them went to the lakeside together.

About ten classmates had shown up for the reunion.

Almost everyone brought their spouse, and some brought their children.

Some had even taken advantage of the national policy to have a second child.

Before they even reached the lake, they could already hear the cheerful sounds of children playing.

After the two walked over, several old classmates gathered around to exchange pleasantries with Noah Sterling, clamoring for him to introduce Sherry Walsh.

Sherry Walsh wasn’t shy at all. She smiled at the group and said, "Hello everyone, I’m a lawyer."

Someone immediately asked, "You’re a lawyer too? Are you and Noah Sterling colleagues?"

"No." Sherry Walsh made no effort to hide it. "I’m a divorce lawyer. I hope all of your marriages are happy and blissful, and that you never have to deal with me or my colleagues."

Most of the people there were married with kids.

The main business of a divorce lawyer, of course, has to do with divorce.

Kent Phelps also came over and took the opportunity to add, "Noah Sterling isn’t getting any younger, you know. When are you two getting married? Remember to invite us."

Sherry Walsh shot Noah Sterling an awkward glance.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to lie.

But these were his classmates. This whole messy business of telling and maintaining lies should be his responsibility.

"We only started dating recently, so we haven’t gotten to that stage yet."

Noah Sterling appeared very composed.

To keep the conversation from continuing down that path, he glanced at the lake. "Are there any fish in here?"

"Yeah!" a classmate immediately responded. "We caught several this morning."

Someone else called out, "You didn’t bring any fishing gear, did you? I brought an extra set. Come on, I’ll teach you."

Noah Sterling turned to Sherry Walsh. "Want to join?"

"No, I don’t like fishing."

Sherry Walsh refused decisively.

The wife of one of the men nearby laughed and joked, "Then you’d better not let your boyfriend learn to fish, either. Fishing is like a drug—once you start, you’re hooked."

"Is it that serious?"

Sherry Walsh asked.

The woman looked at her husband’s back. "You have no idea. On his days off, he has to spend one of them fishing. If I don’t let him go, he gets antsy."

"Well... isn’t that a good thing? Having him home all the time would be annoying too."

Sherry Walsh was thinking of her own parents’ dynamic.

Her father was busy with work and often not at home, and her parents’ relationship was very harmonious.

But once, her father hurt his leg skiing and was at home every day recovering. Their relationship deteriorated rapidly.

Her mother even came to stay at her apartment for a while.

The wife gave an awkward smile. "That may be so, but the kids are still young. I really can’t manage it all by myself."

Only then did Sherry Walsh realize she had oversimplified things.

She was treating today as a vacation and didn’t want to adopt her professional persona to chat with this woman, so she could only say, "Every family has its own problems."

In the cases she took on, divorces caused by the husband’s constant absence were not uncommon.

"Miss Walsh."

Jane Jenkins appeared out of nowhere.

She walked over, sat down beside Sherry Walsh, and asked with a smile, "Why are you sitting here all alone? Aren’t you going to keep Noah company?"

Sherry Walsh was holding her phone, which was playing a video of a handsome guy dancing.

She casually swiped her screen before replying, "For us working people, a day off means rest. We’re not like someone who’s unemployed, Miss Jenkins."

Jane Jenkins’s expression clearly soured. "What do you mean ’unemployed’? Many women here are full-time housewives. Miss Walsh, you’re a lawyer. Are you looking down on housewives?"

???

Sherry Walsh was utterly bewildered.

When arguing cases, she often encountered opposing lawyers who twisted logic like this.

But someone as illogical and blatant as Jane Jenkins was a rare sight.

"I certainly don’t look down on housewives. It’s just..." Her gaze finally shifted to Jane Jenkins, her face a mask of surprise. "So, Miss Jenkins, you’re a housewife! You have a husband and you’re still coming on to my boyfriend? Does your husband know?"

As she reached the end of her sentence, she deliberately raised her voice.

Jane Jenkins and Noah Sterling were high school classmates.

They had been close back then and got together not long after the college entrance exams.

Everyone here knew this.

The resort was sparsely populated and the area was open, so Sherry Walsh’s voice easily carried to the point where everyone could faintly hear it.

Everyone turned to look.

Jane Jenkins’s face turned pale with anger. "Miss Walsh, I’m not married."

"Then why did you bring up housewives when I said you were unemployed? I really thought you were one. Housewives take care of their in-laws, husbands, and children—it’s a noble thing. You don’t have any of that, Miss Jenkins, so why are you putting yourself in that category?"

As a lawyer, Sherry Walsh was naturally a skilled debater.

Someone as amateurish as Jane Jenkins was completely outmatched by her.

Noah Sterling had, of course, heard the commotion, but he didn’t even turn his head.

He hadn’t known Sherry Walsh for long.

But he knew she could handle herself.

The atmosphere fell quiet for a moment.

Noah Sterling cast his line, and only then did he glance back.

Jane Jenkins was wearing a long denim skirt, a fringed shirt, and her long hair was down. Paired with light makeup, she looked quite ethereal.

Sherry Walsh, on the other hand, was in casual pants and a T-shirt, her shoulder-length hair tied back in a stubby ponytail.

The two women presented a stark contrast in style.

When he looked over, Jane Jenkins’s eyes were already red, as if she had suffered some great injustice.

Sherry Walsh went back to scrolling through videos.

Another handsome guy dancing.

Jane Jenkins’s gaze drifted to her screen, and she couldn’t help but ask, "Miss Walsh, you already have a boyfriend. Why are you still watching videos like that?"

Sherry Walsh had finally had enough.

She shot Jane Jenkins an impatient look. "I mean, he’s already taking his clothes off. If I don’t watch, wouldn’t he have stripped for nothing?"

"..."

A strange silence fell over the area.

Men were more likely to watch suggestive videos.

Women naturally watched them too.

It was just that most women were more reserved. Even if they didn’t watch in secret, they rarely discussed it so openly.

Sherry Walsh then asked, "You seem so offended by abs. Don’t tell me your ex-husband didn’t have any?"

"..."

The surrounding silence grew even more awkward.

Color drained from Jane Jenkins’s face, then flooded back in a rush.

Sherry Walsh remembered her mission.

The whole reason she came with Noah Sterling today was to help him get rid of Jane Jenkins.

This was the perfect opportunity.

She glanced at Noah Sterling in the distance and said seriously, "Then I’d better keep a close eye on my boyfriend. He has abs, so I can’t let you get your eyes on him."

"..." Jane Jenkins’s face flushed with anger. "What are you talking about!"

"Swear it," Sherry Walsh said, her tone serious. "Swear that you will never have designs on my boyfriend for the rest of your life."