"Shaw is back?" Mrs. Rhodes called out upon hearing, coming out of the living room.
Susan Wilde glanced at Shawn Rhodes guiltily and then smiled and nodded at Mrs. Rhodes, bending down to change into slippers.
Mrs. Rhodes ca over, noticing Susan Wilde’s hair was slightly damp, and imdiately said, "You child, coming ho so late and not calling Shaw to pick you up? What if you catch a cold from the rain?"
Susan Wilde: "I saw it was so late and Shaw was also tired from work, so I just took a taxi ho myself."
Mrs. Rhodes: "Go take a hot shower first, I’ll heat up so soup, drink so hot soup after you’re done."
Susan Wilde nodded, glanced at Shawn Rhodes, and hesitantly walked upstairs, with Shawn following her to his room.
Susan Wilde took out her pajamas from the wardrobe, stealing glances at Shawn Rhodes several tis in the process.
He seed to be holding back anger, but he kept his face expressionless and didn’t say much.
After she found her clothes, he went over to the bathroom to show her how to get hot water, where the shampoo was, which bottle was the shower gel.
Susan Wilde looked at him as if he was a monster, wondering if Mrs. Rhodes installed caras in the room, forcing Shawn to be so considerate and attentive.
After closing the bathroom door, Susan Wilde carefully scanned the room, doubting anyone would be so twisted as to install a cara in the bathroom, right?
But Shawn’s strange behavior puzzled her.
Soaking in the bathtub, imrsed in warm water, leaning against the tub’s edge, she relaxed and enjoyed it.
She faintly heard voices outside the room, it seed Shawn was on a phone call with soone.
Couldn’t hear what was said, but from Shawn’s tone, their conversation didn’t seem pleasant.
Since she wasn’t ho alone, even though the bath was enjoyable, Susan Wilde didn’t linger too long, rinsed off, put on pajamas, and headed out.
When she pushed open the bathroom door, she saw Shawn sitting by the bed, head down, looking at his phone, looking troubled.
She didn’t ask if sothing was wrong with Shawn, she just silently picked up the hair dryer he left by the bedside, plugged it in, and dried her wet hair.
Among the buzzing hum of the hairdryer, she seed to hear Shawn say sothing but couldn’t make it out clearly.
She turned off the hairdryer and asked him, "What did you just say?"
Shawn stared at her for two seconds and said mildly, "Nothing, just dry yourself and co down."
Mrs. Rhodes had made a soup with unknown herbs, it slled rich, and Susan Wilde drank two bowls, warming her body.
"Alright, I’ll clean up, you two rest quickly, you have to work early tomorrow."
Susan Wilde: "Mom, you should rest early too."
As soon as she finished speaking, Shawn grabbed her wrist, pulling her upstairs.
As soon as the door closed, Susan Wilde broke free from his hand, looking at the only bed in the room, she asked, "How do we sleep?"
Shawn said, "We sleep together."
Susan Wilde: "Are you kidding? If Miss Dixon finds out, she’d flay alive."
Shawn gave a cryptic smile and said, "Don’t forget, you’re my wife, sharing a bed with is only natural, isn’t it?"
Susan Wilde: "Everyone might think it’s natural, but we know our twisted affairs well. We’ve been married for so long and you’ve kept yourself pure for your Miss Dixon, aren’t you going to break your own rules tonight?"
Shawn chuckled, stepping closer, "Why not?"
Susan Wilde was startled, instinctively retreated a bit, though she felt he was only joking with her, recalling his actions towards her that day made her think so actions were indeed possible from him.
After avoiding him a bit, Susan Wilde feigned calmness and told him, "I’m putting this out there, if I get pregnant, I absolutely won’t get a divorce, and then your Miss Dixon will only ever hold a dishonored identity, and the child in her belly will only grow up to be a despised illegitimate child."
Shawn lightly chuckled, lowered his eyes, turned away, sat on the bed, pointed at the European-style chaise by the window, "You’re small, you should fit there."
Susan Wilde turned her head to look at the narrow chair, she could sleep there, but would definitely not sleep comfortably.
But compared to sharing the bed with him, comfort was a lesser concern.
She walked over, rolled up the thin quilt from the bed, took a pillow, walked to the chaise, and curled herself to lie down.
The chair wasn’t wide, if she turned at night carelessly, she’d fall off.
Shawn glanced at her, said nothing, reached out and turned off the room’s light.
Susan Wilde’s eyes blinked in the darkness, she closed them, preparing to generate sleepiness.
Suddenly, from sowhere in the room ca a "beep" sound.
The familiar text alert imdiately pulled Susan Wilde out of sleepiness; considering Shawn was also in the room, she hesitated on the sofa for a few seconds.
During her hesitation, the text tone rang out again.
In the dark, Susan Wilde glanced at Shawn and then lifted the quilt, using the dim light from outside the window, found her purse by the dressing table, fished her phone out and quietly returned to the sofa.
As expected, the text was from Simon Rhodes, letting her know he got ho safely, asking if she was asleep.
Though these questions were mundane, Susan Wilde’s heart subtly pounded.
Any ssage from him would make her heart race.
"Hate that the person in the room is and not him?"
While Susan Wilde was replying to the text, Shawn’s voice suddenly sounded in the quiet room.
Realizing what he ant, she imitated his way of speaking, "Do you resent that you’re in a room with and not her?"
Shawn chuckled, and Susan Wilde didn’t pay attention to what his laughter ant, she continued typing her reply to Simon Rhodes’s text.
After several seconds, Shawn said again, "If from the mont we married, I started managing this marriage well with you, do you think we’d have an outco?"
Susan Wilde frowned, turned to look at him in the darkness, puzzled by his sudden question, and replied logically, "Any outco wouldn’t be good, we’re not the sa kind of people."
Shawn: "That’s what I originally thought too."
Susan Wilde sat up from the sofa, and looking in his direction said, "I feel you’ve been quite strange these past couple of days."
Shawn: "Am I strange?"
Susan Wilde tentatively asked, "What’s up? Regretful about divorcing ?"
Shawn suddenly reached out and turned on the room’s light, in the brightness, t her eyes, Susan Wilde felt sowhat uncomfortable.
Evading his glance, she picked up her phone to disguise her awkwardness.
"I might have started liking you."
His voice was gentle, like a murmur.
But Susan Wilde heard it clearly.
Surprised, she looked up at him, then smiled, "Stop joking, okay? If there’s sothing you want to say, just say it, no need to use this trick to get close to ."
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