Chapter 151 Strike
"Mom, you've said this so many times, I can recite it by heart," Susan said, smiling despite her complaint.
Catherine shot her a look. "I'm just looking out for you. Always saying I nag."
"Fine, nag away. I'll listen," Susan replied, grinning.
Catherine smiled warmly. "By the way, when's the wedding? You skipped it last time, but you can't this time. The Andersons are a big deal. They won't let you marry in secret, right?"
Susan knew her mom was worried, so she explained, "Seb said it’ll take a few months to plan. We decided to get married first. He promised it’d be grand. Honestly, I'm worried about all the hassle; it's a lot."
"Silly girl, without the proper steps, the Andersons and even friends and relatives will look down on you," Catherine reminded her.
Susan smiled. "I don't care if they do. In the end, I have to rely on myself."
Susan knew she was ordinary, while Seb came from a prestigious family. Todd and Carol were influential, so it made sense if she was looked down upon. But she had some issues with Seb's mom, Carol.
This time, Seb was confident he could persuade Carol to accept Susan. Susan didn't care much because Seb was independent, and his parents couldn't control his marriage.
Susan also knew being with Seb meant facing many challenges. But for Seb, she was ready to face them all.
At Prosperity Group President's Office.
A respectful employee stood in front of Seb's desk. "Mr. Anderson, please sign this document."
Seb took the document, but his phone rang just as he glanced at it.
Seeing the number, he frowned.
Noticing Seb's expression, the employee got nervous.
Seb quickly signed the document and handed it back before picking up the phone.
Seeing Seb had a call, the employee quickly left the office.
"Seb," Cynthia's upset voice came through as soon as the call connected.
"Have you arrived in Averlake?" Seb asked.
"I've been here for a while," Cynthia replied.
"Do you need something? I'm very busy," Seb said, clearly indicating he had no time for trivial matters.
Cynthia, sensing the urgency, spoke in a tearful tone, "Seb, I'm really lonely and scared here. Can I come back? I promise I won't bother you and Susan, just let me see you sometimes!"
Seb frowned. "Cynthia, you can't go back on your word. We agreed on this. You're making it hard for me."
"Seb, are you really so heartless? Are you going to ignore me for Susan?" Cynthia's tone hardened, realizing Seb wasn't budging.
Seb's anger flared. "Cynthia, don't think you can manipulate me just because we had a history. I love Susan now, and I can't stay close to you anymore. Please understand that!"
"All men are the same: always chasing after something new. Seb, I didn't expect you to be like this!" Cynthia snapped.
Seb's voice turned icy. "Cynthia, we ended a long time ago. I hope you get that. I have work to do. Goodbye!"
He finished the call, still fuming, and lit a cigarette. As the smoke curled up, he stared out the window at Maple Valley. A thought made him smile.
He checked his phone but saw Susan hadn't replied to his message. He frowned, thinking, 'Is she still asleep?'
That evening, Seb walked in and saw Susan in an apron, busy in the kitchen.
Hearing him, Susan called out, "Take a break, dinner's almost ready!"
Before she could finish, Seb hugged her from behind. Feeling his warmth, Susan smiled, her eyes sparkling.
"What did you do today? You didn't reply to my messages," Seb asked, kissing her neck.
Susan giggled, "I went shopping with Isabella and then visited my mom."
Seb looked puzzled. "Shopping? I thought you were job hunting!"
Susan turned around, knife in hand, and complained, "I found a job yesterday! You don't care about me at all; you don't know anything about my situation."
"You found a job? Well, you didn't tell me," Seb shrugged, looking innocent.
Susan got annoyed. "Did I have a chance to tell you yesterday?"
Since dusk yesterday, Seb had been all over her. She couldn't even get out of bed, let alone tell him about the job.
Seb grinned mischievously.
"What are you smiling about?" Susan asked, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Seb held her shoulders, soothing her. "Alright, let's talk about it properly in bed tonight, okay?"
Susan was about to lose it. She waved the knife. "You can only get into bed to sleep tonight, got it?"
Last night had been too much for her. She felt weak and didn't want a repeat. She needed energy for the wedding.
Seb nodded. "Alright, no bed. The sofa's small, but it'll do."
Susan pushed him. "Can you be serious for a moment?"
"I am serious," Seb said, spreading his hands.
Susan threw the knife onto the cutting board. "I'm on strike today, no cooking!"
She took off her apron and tossed it aside.
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