Chapter 107 I'm Just Cooperating with You
Susan wore a thin nightgown without underwear and crossed her arms over her chest.
Bad memories rushed back, making her nervous. Seb showing up tonight was definitely a bad sign.
She silently vowed, "If Seb tries anything again, I'll fight him."
"I don't want anything. I'm leaving on a business trip early tomorrow and just wanted to see you," Seb said, his eyes fixed on her.
"See me? Is this how you see me? We have nothing to do with each other now. You should knock and get my permission before coming in!" Susan shouted.
"Would you let me in if I knocked? I didn't want to disturb your neighbors because even if I broke down the door, you wouldn't open it," Seb replied seriously.
Susan was furious. She looked around, then walked into the kitchen.
Seb frowned, unsure of her intentions.
A few seconds later, she came out holding a kitchen knife.
Seeing Susan like this, Seb couldn't help but chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" Susan expected him to be scared, but he was laughing uncontrollably.
"Would it make you feel better to stab me?" Seb suddenly stopped laughing and asked.
"Yes!" Susan shouted angrily.
Seb walked up to her, opened his suit, and said, "Go ahead and stab me then."
Susan was stunned. Her hand holding the knife trembled.
How could she possibly go through with it? She only intended to scare him. She couldn't even kill a chicken, let alone a person.
Seb stared at her for a while, then smiled. He grabbed her wrist holding the knife.
"You can't stab me. Stop fooling yourself."
"Who says I can't?" Susan retorted stubbornly.
Seb took the knife from her hand. She frowned, thinking, "How useless am I? Without a weapon, I'm at his mercy." Little did she know, Seb could subdue her no matter what weapon she had.
Seb returned the knife to the kitchen. Susan slumped on the sofa, dejected.
When Seb came back, Susan couldn't hold back her emotions. She cried and accused, "Seb, what do you want? You said you wanted to get married, so I married you. Then you wanted a divorce, so I divorced you. Now that we're divorced, why are you still bothering me? Don't you already have Cynthia? Do you want to have it both ways? Even if I'm willing, you should ask Cynthia if she is!"
Seb frowned at her tears. He didn't speak for a long time. Finally, he took out a handkerchief, knelt down, and wiped her tears.
What Susan couldn't stand was Seb's unexpected gentleness. She wouldn't yield to his power, but his kindness always got to her. She'd soften and lose control.
This time, she couldn't let him pull the same tricks.
So, she pushed his hand away, stood up, and said firmly, "Seb, we're just strangers now. Please leave."
Seb's eyes were on her, not with anger but with a deep affection.
His gaze made her heart tremble. She turned away, refusing to look at him.
Seb finally said, "It's late. You should get some rest."
He turned and walked to the door.
As he opened it, Susan called out, "Wait!"
Seb stopped and turned around, watching her walk into the bedroom.
She came back holding something. "You left this last time," she said, extending her hand.
Seb looked down at a brooch with a warm pearl sheen in her palm.
After a moment, he said, "I didn't leave it. I gave it to you."
Susan sneered, "Seb, are you drunk? Give this to Cynthia. I'm Susan. Look closely, I'm not her!"
Seb frowned, looking hurt. "Why do you always bring Cynthia into this? I've had a bit to drink, but I'm clear-headed. I know you're Susan, not Cynthia."
Susan looked at the brooch and asked, "Then what do you mean by this?"
"I believe people who love each other should be in sync. But why are you always suspicious and distrustful of me?" Seb asked sadly.
"Are you saying we're in love?" Susan found his words absurd.
Seb had loved Cynthia for ten years. Now he said he loved her? Was he trying to deceive her? She wished it were true but wasn't foolish enough to believe it.
"Aren't we?" Seb retorted.
Susan couldn't suppress her sadness. "If two people in love should be together, why do they get divorced?"
She looked at Seb, her eyes wet.
It wasn't entirely Seb's fault. He loved Cynthia, not her. Why hadn't she met him first? If she had, would he have fallen for her instead?
Thinking this, Susan felt foolish. There were no "ifs" in life. If there were, everything could be rewritten.
"Wasn't it you who asked for the divorce? I was just cooperating!" Seb said innocently.
Susan was too angry to speak.
Seb stepped forward, gently holding her shoulders. "Let's stop fighting, okay?"
"I'm not fighting. I don't love you. Now leave, and take your brooch. It suits Cynthia better!" Susan pushed his hand away, shoved the brooch into his hand, and pushed him out the door.
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