Chapter 135 Pretending
The whole afternoon was full of tender moments. Susan didn't get any reading done and was completely wiped out. She barely managed to clean up before Isabella walked in.
When Isabella came in, Seb was already on the sofa, dressed and reading some documents, while Susan was busy in the kitchen.
"Mr. Anderson, off work early today?" Isabella greeted Seb while changing her shoes.
"Just got here," Seb nodded.
Hearing this from the kitchen, Susan smirked to herself, thinking, 'He's such a good actor; he was just disheveled on my bed a minute ago!'
"I'll help in the kitchen," Isabella said, washing her hands and heading over.
Isabella and Susan chatted quietly while cooking.
"Why's Seb home so early today?" Isabella asked, glancing outside.
"No idea," Susan replied with a slight smile.
"I think something's up between you two," Isabella eyed Susan suspiciously.
"What's up? You're imagining things," Susan pretended to be innocent.
Inside, she felt guilty but had to keep her cool. No way she could admit to what really happened.
"Well, you two know best," Isabella shrugged.
Susan ignored her.
After picking the vegetables, Isabella cleaned up the trash and put it in a plastic bag. She used her foot to open the trash can, but something caught her eye. She bent down, looked into the trash can for a long time, and gasped.
Hearing the noise, Susan turned to see Isabella staring at the trash can with a knowing smile, looking at her playfully. Susan's heart sank.
Quickly, Susan turned back to chopping vegetables, cursing herself inside, 'Why did I throw the used condoms in the kitchen trash? And how did Isabella find them so easily? She's been looking for a reason to catch me!'
Sure enough, Isabella threw the trash in the can and came over, whispering teasingly, "You two were pretending Seb just got here, but I found the evidence! Now, tell me honestly, when did he really arrive?"
Susan blushed deeply and was about to say something.
Isabella interrupted, "Be honest, or I'll take the condom out of the trash and loudly ask what it is!"
"You're so annoying! Keep your voice down!" Susan glanced at Seb in the living room, still engrossed in his documents, and quickly closed the kitchen door.
Susan was mortified. She had thrown the used condoms in the kitchen trash without wrapping them, and now Isabella had caught her. She felt like hitting her head against the wall.
Isabella crossed her arms and smiled at Susan. "If you don't want me to be annoying, then tell the truth."
Feeling awkward, Susan continued chopping vegetables and replied, "He came at noon."
Isabella's eyes widened as she leaned in. "So, you two were at it all afternoon?"
"Are you done?" Susan pretended to be angry and put down the knife.
Isabella quickly placated her, "I'm done. Keep chopping. After an afternoon of activity, Seb must be starving."
"Annoying!" Susan picked up the knife and continued chopping.
Isabella, still smirking, said, "How many times did you go at it this afternoon? I saw two condoms!"
She held up two fingers, and Susan, already blushing from the teasing, quickly retorted, "What, are you jealous? If you want, go find a boyfriend and do it ten times in an afternoon; no one will stop you!"
"Annoying! Always hitting my sore spot. I'm not talking to you anymore!" Isabella pouted at the mention of a boyfriend and turned to do other chores, really ignoring Susan.
Seeing Isabella's reaction, Susan smiled, enjoying the peace.
However, Isabella was two years older and still single. She wasn't married and hadn't had a boyfriend in years. Despite her smooth talk, Isabella had never actually slept with a man.
That evening, Susan kept yawning during class. She was really tired. After an afternoon of activity, cleaning up, and cooking dinner, she just wanted to lie down and sleep.
Seeing Susan constantly yawning, Isabella smirked.
Susan noticed Isabella's smirk and tried to sit up straight, forcing herself to stay awake, but she couldn't keep her eyes open.
At 9:20 PM, Seb looked at his watch and said in a deep voice, "I have something to do tonight. Let's end here for today. Remember to review and prepare for tomorrow; I will check."
Hearing this, Susan was relieved, while Isabella, knowing the reason, teased, "Mr. Anderson, do you have a date this late?"
Susan knew Isabella was teasing Seb and gave her a look.
"I have some work to handle at home," Seb replied without changing his expression. He didn't say another word to Isabella, stood up, grabbed his briefcase, and walked out.
"Goodbye, Mr. Anderson!" Isabella waved, feeling a bit bored.
Susan sat on the bench, chuckling to herself.
Seb was impressive; he didn't take Isabella's bait, making her feel bored.
"Susan, come with me. I need to talk to you," Seb said suddenly as he reached the door.
Startled, Susan quickly got up and followed Seb out.
Under the bright starlight outside the dim hallway, Seb turned to Susan with a stern expression and said, "Tell Isabella that if she keeps running her mouth, I'll cancel her study privileges."
Seeing Seb so serious, Susan quickly stepped forward and smiled, "It's not that serious. Isabella didn't say much."
"Do you think I'm deaf? She said a lot of bad things about us in the kitchen," Seb said gravely.
Susan quickly grabbed Seb's arm, blushing. "Let it go. Besides, Isabella wasn't wrong. I was careless and threw the condoms directly into the trash."
Seb took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist, his expression softening. "Who insisted on using condoms? Next time, we won't."
"No way!" Susan immediately raised her chin.
She didn't want to be pregnant out of wedlock again. Next time, she wanted to get married, get pregnant, and have children properly.
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