Chapter 662 Vulnerabilities
Susan walked out of the restaurant and, turning back, saw Leon and Isabella still arguing.
However, Susan felt they were either arguing or flirting. They argued with such passion, yet never crossed the line into cruelty. Sometimes they would be arguing one minute and cuddling the next.
This was probably just another one of their strange ways of flirting. Staying would only delay their inevitable reconciliation, so Susan decided not to interfere. Besides, her appetite had vanished.
After leaving the restaurant, Susan saw that it was still early, but it was too late to go home, so she decided to take a walk towards the Hilton Hotel.
Susan walked for over an hour, and by the time she reached the Hilton Hotel entrance, it was already 9:45 PM.
Looking up at the towering, brightly lit Hilton Hotel, Susan frowned but resignedly walked through the revolving door.
Arriving at the pre-arranged room, Susan took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
Soon, someone inside opened the door.
As the door opened, Susan saw Seb in a white shirt.
Seeing Susan in a khaki trench coat, Seb frowned, then glanced at his watch and smirked coldly. "You're five minutes early. Should I take that to mean you're eager to get into my bed?"
Hearing this, Susan frowned and replied expressionlessly, "If that's how you choose to see it."
Seb nodded and stepped aside, gesturing for Susan to enter.
Susan hesitated for a moment but walked into the room.
As she stepped into the room and glanced around the luxurious suite, she realized that after more than six years, the place was no longer the same as before.
The room had been redecorated, and the furniture and decor were different from back then. Of course, she hadn't had the time or mood to appreciate the decor and furniture back then.
Turning around, Susan saw Seb walking in. She forced a smile that looked worse than crying. "Shall we start?"
"Of course." Seb nodded, then turned and sat on a single sofa, crossing his legs and looking at Susan with a somewhat cynical gaze.
His gaze made her uncomfortable, like he was inspecting merchandise, and it caused her heart to clench.
The next moment, Susan took off her trench coat and threw it at the foot of the bed.
Then, she began unbuttoning her shirt.
Today, she wore black dress pants, a burgundy shirt, and black high heels. Both the shirt and pants were tailored, accentuating her body curves.
Seeing her shapely figure under the crystal chandelier, Seb's eyes darkened, and his hand on the sofa armrest clenched quietly.
When Susan unbuttoned the top two buttons, revealing a light pink bra, Seb's throat moved involuntarily.
Just as Susan was about to unbutton the last button, Seb's low voice suddenly came to her ears.
"What's that smell? It's awful." Seb touched his nose, looking disgusted.
Hearing this, Susan frowned and sniffed, not noticing any particular smell.
While she was puzzled, Seb got up and walked over.
His approach made Susan's heart tremble, but she pretended to stay calm.
The next moment, Seb stood in front of her, lowered his head, and sniffed around her head, ears, and neck.
Feeling his warm breath, Susan felt itchy all over, her neck shrank, and her whole body tensed up!
"Did you have Mexican food tonight?" Seb squinted and asked.
Hearing this, Susan couldn't help but roll her eyes, thinking, 'What a keen nose.'
"Yes," Susan answered truthfully.
Hearing this, Seb stepped back and said with disgust, "You're not even professional. If you're going to climb into my bed, the least you could do is clean yourself up. I can't stand the smell of food on my bed!"
"Seb, I am not engaged in any improper profession!" Susan quickly buttoned up her shirt and turned to protest.
Seb, however, put his hands in his pockets, looked up at the ceiling, and said, "It's all the same to me."
"You..." Susan was about to retort.
Seb ordered, "Go take a shower now!"
Hearing this, Susan glared at Seb.
She had intended to get it over with quickly and head home, but he was being so particular.
"I can't sleep with a woman who reeks of food," Seb said with disgust.
There was no choice; after all, the kids were Susan's vulnerabilities.
The next moment, Susan turned and went into the bathroom.
The Hilton Hotel's luxury suite bathroom was indeed luxurious, but Susan had no mood to appreciate it or enjoy the whirlpool tub.
An hour later, Susan had thoroughly cleaned herself from head to toe, inside and out.
After drying her hair, Susan came out wearing the hotel's bathrobe.
"Is it okay now?" Susan asked, looking at Seb, who was already sitting at the head of the bed.
Seb was still fully dressed, leaning against the headboard, with a glass of red wine on the nightstand.
'He really knows how to enjoy himself,' Susan thought.
"Yes," Seb nodded.
Although Seb said yes, he remained motionless, leaning against the headboard.
Susan frowned, thinking, 'Why is he acting so strange today? Does he expect me to take the initiative?'
No, she couldn't take the initiative, she just couldn't!
"What are you waiting for? Don't play coy with me," Seb said impatiently when he saw Susan standing there motionless.
The next moment, Susan mustered up the courage and walked to the bedside.
Looking at the white sheets, Susan untied the belt around her waist.
Then, the bathrobe fell from her body, and Susan turned and lay on the bed, closing her eyes.
Under the bright crystal chandelier, her shapely body on the bed glowed.
Her skin was like fine jade, making it hard to look away.
Susan didn't want to open her eyes again or see him. He could do whatever he wanted; she would just endure it.
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