Chapter 674 Willing
Seb's eyes swept over Susan, then he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You should know exactly what I want."
Hearing this, Susan glanced at Seb, hesitated for a moment, then said with a laugh, "Seb, I really don't get it. What more could you possibly want from me? You have Esme now. She's beautiful, successful… aren't you afraid of hurting her?"
Susan's eyes locked onto Seb, watching every change in his expression. Although she knew she shouldn't dwell on this, she still wanted to know what place Esme held in his heart.
Seb's brow furrowed slightly, then he sneered, "I've figured it out now. The women around me are either after my money or trying to get something from me. I've come to terms with it. Whether it's Esme or you, it's all just a game!"
"A game?" Susan stared at Seb in astonishment.
He had placed her and Esme on the same level, and her heart sank.
"I'll take what I want, when I want it," Seb continued, his gaze cold and calculating. "At least you're clean, unlike some. No risk of catching something unpleasant."
Hearing this, Susan's heart trembled!
His words were so hurtful that Susan instantly felt a bone-chilling coldness.
Seeing Susan's ashen face, Seb seemed satisfied. He put one hand in his pocket and said, "I need to go back and check on Spring. Excuse me."
With that, Seb turned and left.
Watching Seb's receding figure, Susan felt a chill in her heart.
Looking up at the leaves swaying in the autumn wind, Susan pulled her coat tighter around her.
Susan was really worried about Spring, so she called Kathy again, but this time, Kathy didn't answer.
Susan was at a loss, not knowing if Kathy was afraid to answer her call or if Spring was so sick that Kathy didn't have time to pick up.
Unable to rest easy, Susan hailed a cab to Seb's villa.
The imposing gates of the villa loomed before her, guarded by the same two imposing figures. They were impenetrable, a physical representation of the wall Seb had erected between them.
With no other option, Susan stood a short distance away from the villa gates, crying softly.
She had vowed never to let Seb humiliate her again, but here she was, completely at his mercy.
Suddenly, Susan understood why Seb and Esme would go to the salon across from her accounting firm. He did it on purpose, just to force her to give in.
Susan wondered if Seb had lied about Spring being sick just to make her worry and force her to comply.
After thinking for a long time, Susan still didn't know if Spring was really sick, but she decided that whether it was true or not, she had to see her to be at ease.
So, Susan reluctantly dialed Seb's cell phone.
"Make it quick, I'm busy," Seb's impatient voice came through as soon as the call connected.
Ignoring his tone, Susan urgently said, "I want to see Spring. Let's set up a meeting as soon as possible!"
"I don't want to take advantage of you. If you're unwilling, I won't force you," Seb said, surprisingly polite.
Hearing this, Susan thought Seb was utterly shameless, but she had no choice but to give in.
The next moment, Susan said, "I'm willing, not the least bit forced!"
"Fine, I'll come to your place at ten tonight," Seb said with a cold laugh.
"I'll be waiting," Susan said, about to hang up.
But Seb added, "I don't like unresponsive people. You'd better be prepared to entertain me. If I'm not interested, the deal is off!"
With that, Seb hung up.
Standing on the street, Susan looked down at her phone's glowing screen and frowned.
Did he expect her to be affectionate like before? Susan smiled bitterly; she couldn't do it, she just couldn't.
But Susan knew that if she lay there like a log again, Seb probably wouldn't let her see Spring.
For a moment, Susan was in a dilemma.
After thinking hard for a few minutes, Susan made a decision and resolutely walked in a certain direction.
At ten o'clock that night, only a few dim wall lamps were lit in Susan's rented apartment.
Soft music floated through the room, and a crystal vase with a bouquet of lilies sat on the small coffee table in the cramped living room, their fragrance subtly filling the air.
The doorbell suddenly rang.
After a few rings, a figure in a light pink camisole nightgown emerged from the bedroom.
The figure walked unsteadily, swaying slightly. In the dim light, the semi-transparent nightgown hinted at a body that stirred the imagination.
Susan wobbled to the door, grasped the handle, frowned, and resolutely opened it!
The next moment, Susan looked up to see Seb in a black trench coat standing at the door.
He pressed one hand against the door, his deep eyes fixed on Susan. It was clear he had been drinking; the smell of alcohol was strong.
Susan's face flushed, her loose hair slightly disheveled, and her camisole nightgown exposed too much skin. The cold air from outside made her shiver.
Despite the shiver, Susan's blood was still boiling, and the heat in her body was unbearable.
Barefoot, Susan took a step back, clearly signaling for him to come in.
The next moment, Seb stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
In the dim light, Seb and Susan's eyes met.
His eyes were as deep as ever, his face handsome, his build strong. Despite the slight drunkenness, the hint of wickedness about him made him even more alluring.
"Is this what you consider entertaining?" Seb glanced at the dim wall lamps and the softly playing old-fashioned record player, his voice hoarse.
Susan's eyes were a bit hazy, then she suddenly stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his!
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