Chapter 713 Why Does Randall Want to Kill Me
That night, Patrick came home from work and was greeted by the adorable yet mischievous Teddy. Seeing Patrick, Teddy's little mouth opened in excitement, showing off his tiny teeth.
Vera had gone to the office in the afternoon and found out that Patrick had a dinner engagement that evening, so she had taken Teddy home first.
As soon as Patrick reached out, Teddy kicked his legs excitedly in Vera's arms, waving his little arms until Patrick took him.
Holding the soft bundle in his arms, Patrick's heart melted a bit. He walked into the living room and noticed that Randall was nowhere to be seen.
"Randall and Susan aren't back yet?" he asked.
Shawn grumbled, "Who knows where they went? And they took our Susan with them."
After saying that, Shawn tried to grab Teddy, but Teddy wasn't having it. He buried his face in Patrick's neck, completely ignoring Shawn, who ended up giving Teddy's little butt a playful smack.
Patrick laughed as he walked in. "They probably went out for dinner. Randall took over as the chief secretary today."
Cindy was surprised. "He really took over? Patrick, how capable is Randall? I hope he's up to the task."
Patrick only praised Randall when he wasn't around. "Randall's abilities are far more profound than they appear. Once I transfer all my network connections to him, I can step back and support him from the sidelines."
This way, he would have more time to spend with Vera and Teddy.
Patrick realized that people shouldn't slack off. There was a time when he didn't even want to go home; he spent all his time at the office and traveled the world for investments and business. Now, with a wife and child, he couldn't even bear to spend a night away from home. He turned down any social engagements he could, just to get home early to be with Vera and Teddy.
Teddy's little mouth was always busy, either babbling, chewing on his hand, or nibbling on Patrick and Vera's faces. His feet would press against Patrick's legs as he was held.
Before long, Vera came out with Teddy's special bowl, filled with freshly made meat puree. "Patrick, hold him while I feed him."
As she fed Teddy, Vera asked, "I heard you say Randall agreed to take the path you arranged for him. Why did he suddenly agree?"
Patrick grabbed a napkin and placed it under Teddy's chin, watching as Teddy opened his mouth, waiting to be fed. "He must have thought it through."
Vera fed Teddy another spoonful of meat puree, and he slowly savored it with his little tongue.
Vera didn't seem as happy as Patrick had expected. She continued feeding Teddy absentmindedly.
Patrick noticed and turned to look at her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Vera said, feeding Teddy another spoonful. "You won't eat rice cereal, you reject fruit puree, but when it comes to meat puree, your mouth opens wide."
The northern mountains of Zandonick were a must-visit spot.
During the day, visitors could overlook the bustling city of Zandonick from the mountain. In the evening, many tourists came to enjoy the view.
That night, Randall took Susan to the top of the mountain. There were no other cars around, and the area was dimly lit by a few streetlights.
On the way up, Randall barely spoke. He only responded briefly when Susan asked him something.
After parking, Randall left the headlights on and sat in silence for a few seconds. He looked at the daring Susan in the passenger seat and asked, "You're really brave."
"What?" Susan was confused. "How am I brave?"
Randall asked, "A young woman coming to a deserted mountain at night, aren't you afraid of danger?"
Susan shook her head. "No, if there's danger, Randall will protect me." She said this with absolute certainty.
"What if the danger is me?" Randall's eyes held a coldness Susan had never seen before.
Susan was stunned. She blinked and looked at Randall. "Randall, I haven't done anything to provoke you. Why would you want to hurt me?"
Randall was speechless. Did Susan think danger only meant being killed? Couldn't she imagine other scenarios involving a man and a woman alone?
Randall cleared his throat and got out of the car. He went to the trunk, took out some beer and snacks, and brought them to the front of the car. He opened a bag of snacks and handed it to Susan. "Don't drink on an empty stomach."
Having spent a lot of time with Randall, Susan knew this was his way of showing care. She took the snacks, ate a piece, and then picked up a chip to feed Randall.
Randall turned his face away. "I don't eat that."
He then opened a bottle of beer and handed it to Susan. Soon after, he opened one for himself.
Susan was waiting to clink glasses with Randall, a necessary part of any celebration. But as soon as she held her beer bottle, Randall took a swig.
Susan was speechless.
She pouted and took a sip of her beer.
"Susan."
"What?" Susan turned to look at Randall, her face soft and innocent.
Randall swallowed his words and finally said, "Watch me tonight. Don't let me drink too much. If I get drunk and do something to you, your life will be ruined."
Susan's face turned red. Nighttime made people impulsive, and Susan was one of those impulsive people. She blushed and said, "If Randall takes responsibility..."
"I won't," Randall said with a smile, finishing his beer quickly.
Susan punched Randall in frustration.
Randall laughed again, "We can't leave tonight. We'll have to camp out on the mountain."
"Why?" Randall looked at the clueless Susan. "Drunk driving."
Susan glanced at the beer they had drunk and fell silent.
Randall opened another bottle. Susan, worried about his health, handed him a cookie. Randall turned his face away again. "You eat it. I bought it for you."
"Randall, your lips touched it. You have to eat it."
Randall still didn't eat it. "Then throw it away."
"Wasting food and money. If you don't eat it, I will." Susan angrily ate another cookie.
Thirsty, she took another sip of beer.
The lights of Zandonick dimmed, and the mountain top grew cooler.
Susan got out to throw away the trash and returned to see Randall leaning back in his seat, eyes closed, looking tired.
The mountain top was perfect for stargazing. With the sunroof open, the night sky was dotted with stars.
Susan had no time to admire the view. In the quiet car, she softly asked, "Randall, why are you unhappy?"
Randall opened his eyes and looked at Susan. "Who said I'm unhappy?"
Susan bravely guessed again, "Is it because you don't like your job, so you're unhappy?"
Randall stared at Susan. Their eyes met, and he saw the concern and worry in her eyes. Under the moonlight, Randall's Adam's apple bobbed. He suddenly reached for Susan, leaning closer. Susan, scared, leaned back, but the car door was behind her. Randall was already close.
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