Chapter 755 Scaring Susan
"Don't tell anyone I said this, but men are all petty. Even the kings of the business world!" Vera whispered, pressing her index finger to her lips.
Teddy looked up curiously at Vera, mimicking her shushing gesture with his little mouth opening and closing.
Molly, cradling her sister's adorable baby, said, "Don't worry. I'd never betray my girls."
Vera chuckled, "Good thing lying doesn't get you struck by lightning, or you'd be toast by now."
The two women played with sweet little Teddy in the living room, while the two men sat outside at the patio table, sipping coffee and chatting.
Each group stayed out of the other's way.
At the hotel, Randall was out, leaving Susan alone to study.
Around seven, Randall returned, carrying two takeout meals. "Why are you studying here instead of at home?"
"At home, your mom keeps worrying I'll go hungry or thirsty, and your grandpa always wants me to play with him. So, I came here. Randall, where were you just now?"
"Busy," Randall replied, setting the takeout on the table. "Pack your things in the next few days. I'll take you somewhere."
"Randall, I'm not leaving. Even if you kick me out, I'll stay here at the hotel."
"I'm moving out soon. If you want to stay, be my guest."
"Fine, I will," Susan said defiantly.
Randall tried to scare her, "The hotel is haunted, you know. I won't be here to keep you company."
Soft-hearted Susan looked at the mischievous Randall and said, "I'm not scared!"
Randall looked at her, confirming, "Really, you're not scared?"
Susan nodded earnestly. "Not at all."
Randall laughed, "Alright, let's eat and watch a movie."
He opened his laptop and, right in front of Susan, clicked on the "Horror" category. "What should we watch?"
Susan was speechless.
She glanced at the movie covers and immediately felt a chill. She opened her takeout box, while Randall said, "Let's watch this one. It's about a hotel, too, and it's based on a true story."
Susan lowered her head even more, stirring her noodles with a fork.
Randall noticed she wasn't looking up. "Scared? You haven't done anything wrong, so there's nothing to fear. Come on, I got a membership just for this."
"Randall, save your money. Don't waste it on memberships."
"It's just a few bucks, like a takeout meal. The movie's starting, let's watch."
Susan kept her head down.
"Randall, the laptop is for work. Watching videos will slow it down. Let's not watch."
Randall replied, "Performance isn't an issue for me. Watching movies is the real deal."
He started narrating the movie as it played, determined to extinguish Susan's desire to stay at the hotel.
With his vivid commentary, Susan knew what was happening even without watching.
"Look, the elevator doors are opening. Here comes the exciting part," Randall urged.
Curiosity got the better of Susan, and she peeked at the screen. There was nothing too scary, just eerie music.
Suddenly, the screen froze for a moment, then a terrifying image popped up, making Susan gasp and cover her eyes.
Randall looked at the frightened Susan and asked, "Do you still want to watch?"
Susan shook her head.
Randall continued, "There are more intense scenes coming up."
Susan shook her head again, her voice soft, "Randall, I don't want to watch anymore."
Randall closed the movie window. "You can uncover your eyes now. I turned it off."
Susan opened her eyes and looked at Randall.
Randall continued to set a spooky mood, "This hotel was built on an old battlefield. They say it was to suppress the evil spirits. Ask your grandpa; he knows all the old legends. At night, you never know what restless spirits might be wandering the halls, looking for a pretty woman to possess."
He started another scary story about an elevator, different from the one they just watched.
"Randall, can you just eat your dinner?" Susan pleaded.
Randall replied, "Whether I eat properly depends on whether you behave."
Susan lowered her head, not wanting to engage with Randall anymore.
It was getting late, and Susan was still shaken from earlier.
Randall, sitting on the chair, looked at Susan at the foot of the bed. "It's nine o'clock. I'm going to shower and sleep. Are you planning to stay here tonight?"
Susan fidgeted with her fingers, biting her lip. "Randall, can you take me home?"
Randall said, "No."
Susan pouted, "Randall, I'm scared to walk the halls and take the elevator."
Randall replied, "What's there to be scared of? Ghosts and ghouls don't scare me."
Susan was speechless.
Randall, enjoying teasing Susan, said, "Even if a ghost fancies you, we have our own light to protect us. What's a red-dressed, white-eyed, blood-spitting ghost going to do, right?"
The more he talked, the more scared Susan became. She looked around, feeling like someone was watching her.
"Randall, please take me home."
"I won't. I'm scared too," Randall said, determined to cure Susan of her clinginess.
"Fine! If you won't take me, I'm not leaving." Susan got angry, took off her shoes, put on the hotel's disposable slippers, and climbed into bed.
Randall asked, "If you sleep here, where do I sleep?"
Susan replied, "You wouldn't take me home."
Randall said, "Then I'll get another room downstairs. But let me tell you, this floor only has my room. If I leave, you'll be alone on this floor."
Susan pulled the covers over her head.
Randall walked to the bed and, with a mischievous grin, suddenly jumped on top of Susan.
Susan peeked out from under the covers, looking at Randall on top of her. She was still startled from his sudden move. "Randall."
Randall looked at her lips but didn't go further. "Get up. I'll take you home. No more scaring you."
Susan was skeptical, "Really?"
"Really." Randall got up, placed Susan's shoes by the bed, and waited by the door with his car keys.
Susan put on her shoes and followed him out.
On the way, they didn't encounter anyone.
"Randall, are you sure you're not scared? Is this floor really just you? Maybe I should stay with you."
Randall leaned against the elevator wall. "Not scared anymore?"
"Still scared."
"Then go home and stay there. The hotel bill is due, and I'm not staying here anymore."
On the first floor, Randall held Susan's hand and walked her home.
Back at her place, Susan was still worried. "Randall, video call me. I want to see you get into the elevator and go back to your room."
Randall sighed but agreed, "Alright, alright. I'll call you."
Susan watched as Randall got into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. She kept her eyes on the screen until he reached his room and waved goodnight.
"See? Nothing to worry about," Randall said, smiling.
"Thanks, Randall. Goodnight," Susan replied, finally feeling at ease.
"Goodnight, Susan. Sleep tight," Randall said before ending the call.
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