The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 474 A Little Boy

Susan nodded, agreeing to Julian's view.

Julian was a mere human too. He was not a god. His influence did not reach the States. To fight a terrorist organization that possibly had political background in the U S, he was never going to be a worthy opponent.

"With Luke's intelligence, he should be able to protect himself as long as we don't expose ourselves," Susan said. "Things will get easier once all of us are within the Canadian border."

"Susie, you're really concerned about him," Julian muttered in jealousy.

Susan rolled her eyes, not wanting to be bothered with his comment. She got up to enter the room.

Julian pulled her hand nervously. "Susie, I’ll keep an eye out for Luke and try to save him, but the matter between us..."

Susan looked down and asked faintly, "Is there a matter between us?"

"Susie, until when are you going to stay mad at me?" Julian looked at Susan helplessly. "I've done everything I can. Even when I've done wrong, you shouldn't just sentence me to death.”

With her lips pressed together, Susan kept quiet.

"Susie!" Julian tensed up.

After a long moment, Susan looked up, her gaze a complex emotion that Julian could not decipher. "I told you a long time ago that my love is either white or black.

There's no grey area. I have a fixation on fidelity. When you're with me, you can only have me in your heart.

"I always only have you in my heart." Julian was on edge.

"Is that so?" A mocking smile tugged Susan's lips. "I saw you guys when you met Willa the other day." Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Which day?" Julian was startled.

Since they were on the topic, Susan did not mind making things clearer. She said directly, "The day before Willa left, I saw you two meeting."

"That day?" Julian caught up and wore a glint of delight in his eyes. “Are you jealous, Susie?"

Susan was speechless.

Julian spoke up seriously, “There's nothing between Willa and me. She was just bidding me goodbye that day." "Is it?" Susan wore a half smile. "You're high school friends after all. It wouldn't nice if she didn't tell you she was leaving, huh?"

"Yeah," Julian responded naturally.

With a scoff, Susan went to her room and slammed the door close. Julian was still lying to her! He and Willa were not high school friends!

They promised each other that they wouldn't lie, but Julian easily betrayed their promise for Willa.

The heartache that Susan thought was numbed through her hectic schedule for two months crept up again.

"Susie, Susie, why are you angry again?” Julian rapped the door anxiously.

Susan hid her head behind the covers and pretended not to have heard him. After a long time of knocking, Julian could only give up

"Daddy, you failed again," Chesney sighed with a maturity that did not fit her age as she put down the wooden block that she was playing with.

“Failure is the key to success!" Julian replied seriously. "Your mommy is testing me."

"Sure." Chesney pursed her lips. "When are you going back this time?"

"I won’t be unless I get your mommy back." Julian sat down beside Chesney and played with her.

Target-training Susan for two months in the States, it had taken Cliff a lot of time. When the qualifying round of 100 to 30 ended, he went back immediately.

Julian had managed to stay in the room that Cliff previously stayed in after insisting shamelessly. With little spy Chessie around, Susan was unable to drive Julian away, so she turned a blind eye and pretended like he was not even there with her.

After the first round of the final, there was a week of rest. Chessie had been staying in the hotel with Susan all this while, not going out much for fun. Today, Susan swept all the designing affairs in her head t o the side and took the girl out.

Julian followed, of course.

With a hand each on Susan and Julian, Chesney looked elated.

For her daughter, Susan could only quietly concede to the man's presence.

"Mommy, I want to have this."

"Daddy, take a photo of us."

"Mommy, Daddy, come here, the boat on this river is so big!”

There was still a hanging thread of awkwardness between Julian and Susan but Chessie was running around having the time of her life. After a whole day, her energy was finally depleted as she lay sprawled on Julian's back and asked tiredly, "Daddy, what are we having for dinner?"

"What do you feel like having?" Julian asked with a smile.

"Hmm... can we have fried chicken?" Chessie's eyes twinkled.

"Chessie, you're still young. Have less of these.” Susan frowned instantly.

"Daddy...” Chessie put on her puppy eyes to peer at Julian.

With a cough, Julian added, "Susie, it should be okay to have it once in a while."

Not wanting to talk to Julian but catching Chessie's deploring gaze, Susan sighed. " Fine.”

Coincidentally, there was a stall that sold fried chicken and French fries here. It was messy and the cleanliness left much to imagine.

In spite of it, Chessie kicked up a fuss about having street food and it was only once, so Susan let her be.

There was a portable recliner beside the stall and on it lay a woman who was sleeping.

Susan thought that the woman would wake up to greet her customers as they approached, but she did not even move. She could only tell Chesney, "Chessie, no one's doing business here. Let's have it somewhere else.”

Pouting, Chesney was about to agree when a soft innocent voice spoke up, "Do you guys want fried chicken and French fries?"

A kid stuck his head out from the back of the stall.

He looked like he was about Chessie's age, wearing dirty clothes that who knew had not been washed for how many days, and his face was greased, concealing what he actually looked like.

"You're filthy.” Chesney covered her nose automatically.

"Chessie, don’t be rude." Susan stopped the girl with a frown.

’Okay," Chessie obliged obediently. "Sorry.

The little boy shook his head. "I'll call my mom."

He went to the woman who was asleep and shook her gently. "Mom, Mom, we have customers.”

There was a frown on the woman before she opened her eyes in annoyance.