Chapter 170 Confession
Susan suddenly felt the room getting warm.
She gave an awkward smile and said, "You must have a lot of free time. Running around like this, your family must be upset."
"My mom passed away a long time ago, and my dad's got a new family. I'm all alone," George replied quickly.
Susan realized George had his own story but felt the vibe was off. She stood up and said, "It's already two. Can you take me back to the hotel?"
George, sitting with his head down, didn't respond. After a moment, he stood up, walked over, and grabbed her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Susan tensed up, feeling his intense gaze.
"Why do you keep avoiding me?" George frowned, looking frustrated.
His grip hurt, and Susan winced. "I'm not avoiding you. What are you talking about?"
Frustrated, George said, "I'm alone, and so are you. Why do you keep rejecting me? Can't you see how I feel about you?"
Susan's heart raced. She tried to push him away, but his grip was too strong.
It was late, and they were alone. She was only in a bathrobe. If George had bad intentions, she couldn't resist. What should she do?
She always thought George was a gentleman, but being alone with him now felt risky. She had to be careful.
Susan showed weakness and said, "You're hurting me."
Men usually fall for this, right? Seeing her so vulnerable, George should back off.
Sure enough, George let go, looking regretful.
Susan quickly stepped back, putting the sofa between them.
Seeing her scared, George seemed regretful. He touched his hair and sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, I scared you."
"It's okay, I want to go back," Susan said softly.
George checked his watch and said, "It's past two, and it's cold outside. How about you stay here tonight, and I'll take you back in the morning?"
Susan felt troubled. Sleeping in the same room with George was scary.
Seeing her hesitate, George pointed to the bedroom. "You can sleep in the bedroom, and I'll take the sofa."
Susan looked outside. It was late and cold, so she nodded.
"I'm going to sleep," she said.
She quickly ran into the bedroom, closed the door, and locked it.
Hearing the lock click, George smirked.
He liked Susan's genuine nature, her straightforwardness, stubbornness, strength, and occasional vulnerability. The more he got to know her, the more he was drawn to her.
He had always resisted these feelings, partly because of Vivian and partly because of Seb. But now, none of that mattered, so he boldly came to Lindell Harbor to find Susan.
Susan didn't seem interested in him, but that was okay. He had plenty of time and energy to win her over.
George had never failed to get what he wanted since he was a kid, and women were no exception.
Susan knew the lock wouldn't stop George if he really wanted to get in, but it still made her feel safer.
She quickly put on her nearly torn clothes, which were still better than the bathrobe, and lay down, covering herself with a thick blanket.
Maybe because of the recent fights and near-assaults by Patrick and Christopher, Susan couldn't sleep. It was only when the sky started to lighten that she finally dozed off.
She slept deeply, utterly exhausted.
Suddenly, Susan sat up in bed. Seeing the sun high in the sky, she slapped her forehead.
Oh no! She had a tour group to lead. She was supposed to wake up at 6:30, have breakfast, and gather on the tour bus by 7:30.
Susan looked at her watch, which had stopped. She tried shaking it, but it stayed dead. It must have broken during the fight.
She cursed Sophia and Amelia in her mind again. That watch had cost her over a thousand dollars!
Without thinking further, Susan put on her shoes, unlocked the door, and walked out.
At that moment, George was setting food from a cart onto the coffee table.
Seeing Susan come out, George smiled and said, "Breakfast is ready. Come and eat."
Susan looked at the coffee table, filled with various breakfast items.
George's face had a warm smile, as refreshing as a spring breeze.
"What time is it?" Susan asked, snapping back to reality.
George checked his watch. "It's 7:30."
"Oh no, my tour group must have already gathered. You need to take me back!" Susan anxiously grabbed George's arm and started to pull him outside.
After a few steps, George stopped her. "Don't worry about your tour group. Your colleague, the guide who was sick, has recovered and went back to lead the group this morning."
Hearing this, Susan was stunned. "How do you know?"
George smiled, turned, and picked up a phone with a cracked screen from the coffee table. "You left your phone here last night. A text came in around 5 AM. I didn't snoop, but the phone displayed a message saying she went back to lead the group and told you to rest well."
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