Chapter 703 Prostitute
Susan had already set breakfast on the table, but there was no sign of Seb coming out of the bedroom.
Susan frowned and walked into the bedroom to hurry him up.
"Breakfast is ready, why aren't you up yet..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Seb, leaning against the headboard with a blanket wrapped around his waist and his bare arms exposed, interrupted her. "Can you bring me my clothes, please?"
Hearing this, Susan was momentarily stunned!
She had washed his clothes last night. How could he get up without them? He couldn't just get up naked, could he?
The next moment, Susan awkwardly ran into the bathroom.
But a minute later, she came out dejectedly and said to Seb, who was sitting on the bed, "I'm sorry, I washed all your clothes last night, and they won't be dry for a while!"
Hearing this, Seb frowned and said angrily, "Why did you wash my perfectly good clothes? Now what am I supposed to wear? You never think things through. The more you try to help, the more trouble you cause. Can you please use your brain before doing anything next time?"
Susan bristled at his harsh words. She wanted to retort, to remind him that she had cleaned up his mess, nursed him through a fever, and he was repaying her with ungratefulness. But she bit back her anger. He was grieving, hurting. She could cut him some slack.
"How about I go to the mall and buy you some clothes?" Susan suggested, looking at Seb.
"No need, I'll have Leon bring a clean set over later." After saying that, Seb picked up his phone but then reconsidered and didn't call Leon, thinking Leon needed some rest after being so exhausted lately.
"How about I bring breakfast to you so you can eat in bed?" Susan suggested again.
Seb didn't respond immediately. When he looked up and saw Susan standing at the door, he raised his voice. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
"Oh." Susan quickly turned and left.
A few minutes later, Seb was sitting in bed with a small table full of breakfast in front of him.
Seb lowered his head and ate heartily. It had been a long time since he had eaten her breakfast, and it still had that familiar taste. For a moment, his appetite surged.
As he ate, Seb looked up and saw Susan still standing at the door. He frowned and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"
"Oh, I'll eat outside," Susan said and quickly turned to leave.
After breakfast, Susan cleaned up the leftovers and stepped into the bedroom.
Seb pointed to the fever medicine on the nightstand and asked, "Did I have a fever last night?"
"Yes." Susan nodded, then took some cold medicine from the nightstand and handed it to Seb, saying, "I opened the window last night, you must have caught a chill. You should take some cold medicine!"
"What? In the middle of the night, in this cold weather, are you out of your mind? Why did you open the window?" Seb got angry upon hearing this.
Susan couldn't help but raise her voice. "The room was filled with the stench of your vomit. If I didn't open the window, we would have been suffocated!"
Hearing this, Seb frowned. "I vomited?"
Did he forget about getting drunk and vomiting all over the place last night?
Susan said helplessly, "If I hadn't gone to the bar in time last night, you would have been taken to a prostitute's house. Did you forget about that too?"
Hearing this, Seb's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice, "What prostitute? Your words are really harsh."
"What, you think she was a decent woman?" Susan glared at Seb.
"Let's just say she wasn't exactly a nun. Although, she was rather attractive," Seb said, then took the pills Susan handed him without looking and swallowed them with half a glass of water.
Hearing this, Susan got angry. "So, I'm the villain here, ruining your fun?"
"I wouldn't call it fun," he muttered, placing the glass on the nightstand.
Hearing this, Susan didn't say anything more, feeling that arguing with him was pointless.
Seb then lay back down on the pillow.
Seeing him lie down again, Susan figured he needed his rest after the night he'd had. She was about to say she was going to work and that he should rest at home.
Unexpectedly, Seb, with his arms behind his head, looked at the ceiling and said, "I want to have lunch here. Go buy some groceries."
Seeing Seb's matter-of-fact attitude, Susan couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed and muttered, "I'm not your servant!"
"Serve me well, and I might consider letting you spend the weekend with the kids," Seb said.
Hearing this, Susan was stunned.
Spending the weekend with Hayden and Spring? That was too tempting. She usually only got to see them for two hours each time.
Fine, for the kids, cooking was better than sleeping with him.
The next moment, Susan opened the wardrobe, picked out a few clothes, and said, "I'll change and go buy groceries."
Then she turned and went to the bathroom to change.
A few minutes later, Susan came out of the bathroom, dressed and ready.
Seb threw a piece of paper onto the bed. "Just make these dishes for lunch."
Susan suspiciously bent down to pick up the paper from the bed. Looking at the flamboyant handwriting, she knew it was Seb's.
But when she looked closely at the writing, she frowned because they were all dish names.
The next moment, Susan looked up and said, "Six dishes and a soup? Can you eat all that?"
"Make it a feast for lunch, and just four dishes and a soup for dinner. I won't write the dinner menu; you can balance it with some light dishes." After saying that, Seb closed his eyes for a nap.
With no other choice, Susan, wanting to spend time with the kids and feeling sorry for him as a patient who had just suffered a blow, decided to go along with it since she had to eat too.
Then Susan took a basket and went out.
On the way, Susan hurried to the supermarket and bought the groceries as quickly as possible, including the ingredients for dinner.
She had to be quick; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to make six dishes and a soup by lunchtime.
An hour later, when Susan returned, Seb was already sitting in the living room in loungewear, reading a newspaper.
Susan put down the heavy grocery basket, looked at Seb's gray striped loungewear and the newspaper in his hand, and couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get the clothes and the newspaper?"
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