Chapter 53 I Am Not a Beast
His eyes locked onto hers, and Susan felt her breath catch. She stared back, wide-eyed. "What are you planning to do?"
She looked like a scared deer. Seb's interest piqued, a slight smirk forming. "What do you think I'm planning to do?"
"The doctor said I can't... because I'm pregnant..." Susan stammered, biting her lip.
"Can't do what?" Seb's eyes narrowed.
"Can't have... you know, marital relations," Susan blurted out, her cheeks flushing.
Seb's expression softened, and he chuckled. "Who said I wanted to do that? I'm not a monster."
He got up, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtain. Turning to Susan, who had sat up, he added, "Seriously, you think I'd force you?"
A smug smile played on his lips, and Susan realized she'd been played. She threw a pillow at him. "You tricked me!"
"Just like you said, it's your own dirty mind always thinking about sex," Seb teased.
Susan's mind flashed back to the day in his office when he'd found her forgotten underwear and accused her of trying to seduce him. She'd thrown those same words back at him then.
She marched up to him, jabbing a finger at his chest. "Are you getting back at me?"
Seb flicked her forehead gently, a hint of affection in his eyes. "Just stating the facts."
Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Susan's anger melted away. Her heart raced as she turned to the bed, pulling out shopping bags.
"I went shopping for clothes and shoes today. I want to make a good impression on your mom so you won't be in a tough spot," Susan said, holding up the clothes.
Seb seemed touched. "Really? Let me help you pick something out."
After a bit of searching, Seb chose a pair of black cropped pants, a white lace blouse, a black conservative handbag, and black high heels.
"This should work. Quiet and elegant," Seb said, handing her the outfit.
"Alright, I'll go with your choice," Susan said, smiling as she put the clothes away.
Still anxious, Susan tugged at Seb before bed. "I heard your mom's really strict. Is that true?"
Seb, half-asleep, pulled her into his arms. "You'll see tomorrow."
"Come on, tell me about her. What's she like? What are her hobbies? What does she like to eat?" Susan fired off questions.
Seb sighed, a sleepy smile on his face. "You'll be fine. Just be yourself."
But Seb was already out cold.
"Hey," Susan nudged him, but he was snoring away. She sighed, rolling over and tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Early the next morning, they headed to the central district.
Susan's outfit was pure elegance, making Seb's eyes light up. He couldn't resist reaching out to touch her beautiful hair.
Usually, Susan wore black business suits or casual clothes. Her life and personality never allowed for anything too fancy. But today, she was transformed, even wearing light makeup and moving with a calm grace.
Leon drove while Susan sat up straight, careful not to wrinkle her clothes.
After nearly three hours, they arrived at the Anderson mansion around eleven.
Standing in front of the villa, Susan felt a wave of nerves.
Though in the central district, the area was surprisingly quiet. Just 650 feet away was the bustling city, but here it was peaceful. It was close to the government buildings and had a lakeside park nearby.
The villa wasn't huge, but the walls were tall, about twenty feet high. Only the roof and gate were visible from the outside. A large sycamore tree's branches stretched over the wall.
Less than 150 feet from the villa was a guard post with a small hut, a police car, and a soldier on duty.
Sensing Susan's nerves, Seb chuckled. "You're usually fearless. What's got you so worked up?"
Susan lifted her chin defiantly. "I'm not nervous! Just not used to this place."
Leon, carrying the gifts Seb had prepared, rang the doorbell.
A maid in her twenties, Laura Hall, opened the door. Seeing Leon and Seb, she respectfully greeted them. "Mr. Anderson, Mr. Johnson."
Laura glanced at Susan curiously but didn't greet her.
Seb's expression turned serious. "This is Mrs. Anderson."
"Hello, Mrs. Anderson!" Laura quickly bowed to Susan.
Susan felt awkward. No one had ever treated her with such respect.
Inside the gate, a small rock garden greeted them. Past it was a lush green lawn with a pebble path.
To the left was a large grape arbor with stone tables and benches. To the right was the tall sycamore tree, surrounded by flowers.
Without much time to admire the yard, Susan followed Seb into the villa.
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