Chapter 33
Hearing Ellie, Susan looked puzzled.
"This was Seb's room. Did he have Ellie bring me here, or was she just scared and wanted company?" she wondered.
Ellie chuckled at Susan's confusion. "Sorry, Mrs. Anderson. I had to lie in front of the Prosperity Group employees. Mr. Anderson asked me to bring you here."
The term "Mrs. Anderson" hit Susan. Ellie knew about her and Seb. Isabella was right; Seb was pulling all the strings.
"There's a hot spring outside. You can take a soak. If you need anything, call customer service. I'll be leaving now," Ellie said before exiting.
Just as Susan was regaining her composure, she called out to Ellie.
"Anything else?" Ellie stopped.
Seeing Ellie so polite, Susan felt a bit embarrassed. The title "Mrs. Anderson" felt different, but why was she so unaccustomed to it?
"Where is he?" Susan looked around, confirming Seb wasn't there.
"Mr. Anderson is soaking in the hot spring," Ellie said with a smile before leaving.
After Ellie left, Susan tried sitting on the large bed. The mattress was perfect—neither too soft nor too hard.
She walked to the window, looking at the night view. Not seeing Seb, she gave up. Exhausted, she went to take a shower.
Late at night, Susan stood in front of the mirror, drying her hair. Before she could apply skincare, the door opened.
Seb walked in, wearing a bathrobe. A strand of wet hair on his forehead showed he had just returned from the hot spring.
Seeing Susan, Seb's eyes darkened. She was also in a white bathrobe, slightly open at the neckline, revealing smooth skin. Her long hair draped behind her, and without makeup, she looked like a water lily.
Sensing the heat in his eyes, Susan quickly pulled her bathrobe tighter and forced a smile. "You're back?"
Seb nodded, closed the door, and leaned against the headboard.
Outside, everything was silent. The room suddenly felt quiet, and Susan was at a loss. She stood there, unsure whether to stay or leave. Her white fingers rested on the dressing table, and she could almost hear her own heartbeat.
"Thank you for today," Susan broke the silence.
"How are you going to thank me?" Seb asked, staring at her.
In the night, Susan didn't realize how attractive she was.
Susan stared blankly at Seb, who was leaning against the bed.
His bathrobe belt had loosened, revealing his chest muscles. She had a bad feeling. 'Did Seb really want me to share the bed with him?' Suddenly, Susan felt even more nervous.
"Get me a glass of water," Seb suddenly said.
'What did he mean? Was getting him a glass of water considered a thank you?' Susan felt a bit dizzy.
"I'm thirsty." Seeing her standing there motionless, Seb added.
"Oh, got it." If getting a glass of water was all it took to thank him, that was too easy. Susan turned to get the water.
A minute later, she walked back to the bed, respectfully handing Seb the glass.
Seb's lips curved into a sly smile. Instead of taking the glass, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed.
Susan screamed as Seb pressed her down.
The glass fell, spilling water and wetting the sheets. Susan's hands pressed against Seb's chest as she stared at him in panic, frozen.
"The water spilled," she said, licking her lips nervously.
That unintentional action was the most fatal temptation for Seb. His eyes darkened, and his voice became hoarse. "I don't want water now."
"Why?" she asked, bewildered.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I want to taste you."
Was this a romantic line? If it was, Susan's heart had already melted.
Seb kissed her lips, his fingers deftly untying her bathrobe. His touch made Susan's heart race. Her brain wanted to push him away, but her hands didn't follow orders.
In the end, Susan was completely immersed in Seb's advances, unable to extricate herself, letting him do as he pleased.
"Turn off the light," she called out in a daze.
How could Seb bear to leave her? He stretched out his leg and used his foot to turn off the switch on the bedside table.
With the light off, the room was plunged into darkness, except for the faint starlight coming through the window. Susan couldn't see Seb's eyes but could make out the contours of his face. Only then did she have the courage to reach out and touch his face.
Seb was very gentle, his kisses tender, his movements careful, probably afraid of hurting the baby in her belly. Susan was completely lost in Seb's tenderness.
Afterward, Susan felt a bit ashamed. 'How could I not have held back?' People said women seduce, but men could also use seduction.
Susan kept her eyes closed, not daring to open them. She felt so ashamed that she slept deeply.
When she opened her sleepy eyes, it was already late morning. Turning her head, she saw the pillow beside her was empty.
Looking around the large bedroom, Seb was long gone. Her eyes swept over, and she saw the bathrobe he wore last night still draped over the chair by the bed.
Susan looked tenderly at the white bathrobe, lying on the pillow with a smile on her lips.
Recalling the scenes from last night, her face blushed. At twenty-five, she had experienced the joy of sex for the first time. Although it wasn't her first time, the previous encounter with Seb hadn't left her with many memories.
Suddenly, Susan noticed an envelope on the bedside table. Curious, she reached out and took it.
The envelope had the words "Reflection Letter" printed on it. Susan immediately remembered that this must be the reflection Isabella had written for her.
With nothing else to do, Susan opened the envelope and took out the reflection. As she unfolded it, she couldn't help but frown.
This was the reflection Isabella had written for her. No wonder Seb had said the reflection was well-written. Susan tossed it aside, frustrated, and buried herself under the blanket.
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