Chapter 683 A Fickle Woman
Ten minutes later, Seb personally carried Spring out of the hospital building, with Mary following behind, carrying Spring's belongings.
Spring, holding onto Seb's neck, asked in a childish voice, "Daddy, where's Mommy?"
"Oh, your mommy has been with you for a week. She needs to work and will come to see you again later," Seb said gently and dotingly to Spring, a stark contrast to his earlier fierce demeanor.
"Then tell Mommy to come see me soon," Spring demanded.
"Okay," Seb nodded with a smile.
Watching their figures gradually disappear, Susan, who had been hiding around the corner of the hospital entrance, finally stepped out.
It wasn't that she was impatient to wait for Spring; she was just afraid that the farewell scene would be too heartbreaking.
Moreover, Spring was still young and didn't understand much. She feared that if she left, Spring would cry, making the situation even more difficult for her.
So, she had to harden her heart and leave before Spring returned to avoid the farewell scene, though it made her even more heartbroken.
After returning home, Susan took a shower and changed out of the clothes Seb had bought for her.
She sent those clothes to the dry cleaners because she was afraid of ruining them if she washed them herself.
In fact, what she said in the hospital was just to anger Seb, and she was a bit reckless with her words at the time.
She actually liked those clothes very much; they fit well and highlighted her temperament.
However, this brand was Esme's favorite. He said he would spend tens of thousands of dollars on this brand for Esme at a time. Susan didn't know if he was telling the truth, but it still made her very sad.
After the clothes were dry-cleaned, Susan hung them in her closet and never wore them again, but she would occasionally glance at them when she opened the closet door.
For more than ten days, Seb neither contacted her nor appeared at her house.
As time went by, Susan really began to panic.
Could it be that he was really tired of her? Did he no longer want to sleep with her?
She knew that he only wanted to humiliate her by sleeping with her, but the sudden thought that he might forget her still made Susan very sad.
Of course, what made her even sadder was that she hadn't seen Hayden and Spring for more than ten days. She missed them very much, but this time she didn't want to take the initiative to contact him.
In the middle of the night, Susan turned over in her sleep.
But suddenly, she heard the sound of clothes being taken off.
In her sleep, Susan couldn't tell if she really heard the sound of clothes being taken off or if it was in her dream.
So she struggled to open her heavy eyelids. When she opened her eyes, she saw a shadow at the foot of her bed in the silver moonlight.
The next moment, she sat up abruptly and screamed, "Ah!"
Susan felt her hair stand on end. She thought she had seen a ghost and clutched the quilt to her chest in fear.
"What the hell?" the figure spun around, his voice sharp with annoyance. "It's just me. Stop screaming like a banshee."
Only then did Susan see clearly in the silver moonlight who was in front of her.
The person in front of her was tall, with thick hair, a chiseled face, bare-chested with well-developed pectoral muscles, wearing only striped underwear, and his legs were muscular and powerful—a charming, mature, and handsome man.
"It's you?" When she saw his face clearly, Susan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who else did you think it was? Do you have so many bed partners that you can't recognize them?" Seb's tone was still full of sarcasm.
Susan was already used to his sarcastic tone. If he were to be nice, she would find it strange.
"Even if you turned to ashes, I would recognize you," Susan said through gritted teeth.
The next moment, Seb pounced on her on the bed!
He looked down into her eyes and said, "Even if I turned to ashes, you would recognize me? Do you hate me or love me?"
"Don't flatter yourself. I don't care about you," Susan snorted coldly.
"Me neither, but I can't deny that we have great chemistry in bed." With that, Seb lifted the quilt and began to ravage Susan.
Susan could only passively accept his advances, and he showed no tenderness at all.
During the act, Susan suddenly thought of something and anxiously pushed against his chest, asking, "Don't you sleep with Hayden at night? What about Hayden if you're here?"
Seeing Susan's furrowed brows, Seb impatiently replied, "I told Hayden a story and came out after he fell asleep."
"You..." Susan wanted to say something, but Seb sealed her lips with his, preventing her from speaking.
Although his actions were rough, Susan felt a bit of comfort. At least he knew to fulfill his responsibility as a father, telling Hayden a story and putting him to sleep before coming out. It showed that he cared about Hayden and Spring.
At this moment, Susan's body relaxed, and she even began to respond to him.
Feeling her response, Seb became more excited and even gentler in his actions.
After a short while, another thought crossed Susan's mind.
Hayden said Seb told him a story every night and slept with him, but tonight he still came out.
Did that mean Seb could also go to Esme after putting Hayden to sleep? Could they be together every night?
Thinking of this, Susan couldn't help but frown.
Then, her body began to stiffen, and she didn't even want to passively accept him, let alone respond.
Noticing Susan's change, Seb stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm not feeling well," Susan stammered, feeling guilty.
Hearing this, Seb naturally knew she was making excuses.
So, the next moment, he ended the act.
A minute later, Seb, standing by the bed, had dressed, while Susan wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, curling up at the head of the bed.
Seb put his hands in his pockets, his deep eyes staring at Susan in the silver moonlight, and suddenly sneered, "You are the most fickle woman I've ever met. Your words say one thing, but your body…your body tells a different story altogether."
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