Listening to such promises from Simon Rhodes, how could Susan Wilde not be moved?
She knew he wasn’t boasting; he had the ans to do these things.
But she had to consider the consequences of doing so.
She was Shawn Rhodes’ wife, and regardless of the reasons for their marriage, that was an unchangeable fact.
She could remarry after the divorce, but that person couldn’t be Simon Rhodes.
The impact of the family scandal on the Rhodes Family was imaginable, and while Simon Rhodes might be ready to face all this, she couldn’t be so selfish without considering the consequences.
If she acted on impulse, by the ti things got out of hand, it would be too late.
After thinking for a long ti, Susan Wilde typed a ssage: Thank you, I see everything you’ve done, and I rember it in my heart, but I don’t like you. Even if I divorce Shawn, I won’t marry you. Don’t waste ti on ; find a nice girl to be with, we’re not suitable.
She read this ssage over and over for a long ti before she mustered the courage to press send.
Thinking that once this ssage was sent, it might truly push him away forever.
Thinking of this, her eyes couldn’t help but get wet.
The issue between her and Simon Rhodes wasn’t just a matter of feelings between two people; there were many obstacles and gaps causing nurous troubles.
With his conditions, he could find a better girl and avoid these troubles and concerns.
While waiting for his reply, an incoming call suddenly appeared on the screen.
Susan Wilde felt a bit nervous but also wanted to take the opportunity to make things clear, took a deep breath, and pressed the answer button: "Hello."
"Repeat what you just said." His voice was husky and magnetic, sounding like a bottle of old wine, making one feel dizzy and the mind a bit hazy.
Susan Wilde stuttered: "Wha...what words?"
Simon Rhodes: "Didn’t you say you don’t like ? Say it to personally."
Susan Wilde was at a loss for words, she opened her mouth, only to find that so words were easy to type but difficult to say aloud.
Simon Rhodes: "Do you want to co over and say it to your face?"
Susan Wilde was startled: "No! I don’t like you! Don’t cling to anymore!"
After saying this, Susan Wilde breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart felt as if sothing was blocking it, a dull pain.
However, on the other end, he let out a low laugh: "I’ve never been in love, but I can still distinguish between truth and lies, whether you’re hesitant or deceiving yourself. Don’t use that excuse to push away in the future. I’m not forcing you to imdiately accept these, but don’t completely deny either."
Tears imdiately fell from Susan Wilde’s eyes, but she controlled her tone so he couldn’t hear that she was crying: "Why do you like so much?"
Simon Rhodes chuckled: "It’s a long story, I’ll tell you slowly in the future, rest early, goodnight."
He said goodnight, but didn’t hang up the call.
Susan Wilde thought he was waiting for her response, not knowing what to say, when his voice sounded again: "You hang up."
Susan Wilde hesitated, removed the phone from her ear, glanced at the still-ticking call duration, and pressed the red call button to end the call.
Pressing the phone to her chest, his words "goodnight" still echoed in her ears.
Susan Wilde admitted she had a thing for voices, and just his voice alone was enough to captivate her.
For the first ti, Susan Wilde experienced the feeling of regret eting too late.
Footsteps sounded outside the room, and Susan Wilde imdiately put down the phone and pretended to be asleep.
She heard the door open, footsteps gently approached from afar, and stopped by the bed.
Not knowing what he was doing, there was no sound at all.
Susan Wilde lay stiffly, waiting for him to leave, but then her phone on the bedside table chid.
Shawn Rhodes looked at the brightening phone screen, picked it up, and glanced at it.
Susan Wilde felt a pang of guilt, almost unable to hold it in.
The text ssage displayed its content on the lock screen, though she hadn’t saved the contact’s na.
She didn’t know what the ssage content was, but she could guess it was sent by Simon Rhodes.
She could imagine Shawn’s expression when he saw the ssage and had a foreboding that he would explode with fury.
Hearing the phone placed back on the bedside table, even the smallest movents made Susan Wilde’s hair stand on end.
She turned her back to Shawn, particularly afraid he’d grab her hair and drag her out of bed like before.
However, the anticipated pain didn’t co, the footsteps sounded again, the door opened and closed whenever so gently. If she were truly asleep, she wouldn’t have noticed his presence at all.
Previously, when he entered her room, it always felt like the sky and earth were shaking, leaving with a door-slam almost damaging it.
The room fell silent again, and Susan Wilde worried that he might return, so she tightly wrapped herself in the blanket, not daring to move.
After a few minutes passed and there was no sound outside, Susan Wilde reached for her phone to check.
The ssage content was only a few short words: Sweet dreams.
If Shawn hadn’t seen this ssage, she might have actually had a sweet dream.
The whole night, Susan Wilde worried that Shawn would co to trouble her, on edge, even her dreams were troubled and oppressive.
...
Upstairs, Rowan Alder woke to find the pillow beside her empty.
"Shaw?" She got up to look, seeing the man standing on the balcony in a dark blue silk robe.
Shawn Rhodes saw her co over and extinguished his cigarette: "Not sleeping a bit longer?"
Rowan Alder looked at him with a lancholic expression: "What’s troubling you? Feels like you hardly slept all night."
Shawn switched the topic: "Shouldn’t we go to the hospital this afternoon for a check-up?"
Rowan Alder nodded, seeing Shawn truly wearied, she then said: "I’ll have Jessie accompany to the hospital, you seem tired, rest at ho for a day."
Shawn: "It’s alright, I’ll go with you this afternoon."
Rowan Alder: "Well, get so rest now; I’ll call you for lunch."
Shawn nodded, making an excuse to go downstairs to make breakfast, but in truth wanting to use this opportunity to encounter Susan Wilde.
She was still the sa as when she lived here before, heading straight to the entrance to change shoes and leave as soon as she ca out of the room.
Shawn recalled last night’s ssage, impossible to dismiss from his mind.
She was his wife, no matter their feelings, she was his wife.
Last night’s ssage, though without a na saved, he knew it was from Simon Rhodes.
Seeing the ssage’s content, he didn’t feel the anger he would have previously, mistakenly blaming her.
He knew that during their separation, she and Simon Rhodes remained in contact.
He saw Simon’s car parked outside her shop several tis when passing by.
Simon actively pursuing her shouldn’t be blad on her.
Ultimately, it was he who offered Simon the opportunity.
If he had fulfilled his duties as a husband, Simon wouldn’t have had the chance to get so close to her.
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