CHAPTER 375: CHAPTER 375: YOU’RE DISGUSTING

Susan Wilde widened her eyes, looking at Shawn Rhodes in disbelief, not understanding why he agreed.

Mrs. Rhodes was overjoyed, seemingly having thought about this matter for a long time. As soon as Shawn nodded, she quickly arranged their future daily schedules—when to get up, when to come home for meals, where to go for a walk. Everything was meticulously planned.

Susan secretly signaled to Shawn, but he pretended not to see.

Whatever Mrs. Rhodes said, he agreed to.

After dinner, Susan sat in Shawn’s car and bid farewell to his parents.

Once the car started, Susan said, "If you’re going to live here, come over yourself and find a way to explain to your parents. I won’t move in."

Shawn replied, "I don’t think you have the capacity to negotiate terms with me."

Susan sneered, "What, tie me up or beat me until I agree to come over?"

Shawn chuckled lightly, "Anything’s possible."

Susan asked, "In a dispute with your beloved woman, or uncomfortable living with her?"

Shawn replied, "I just want to make you uncomfortable."

Susan retorted, "So why should I go along with your wishes? If I don’t move in, your parents will only question you, not blame me."

Shawn countered, "But your sister recently applied for a school exchange program spot, right?"

Susan froze—indeed, Claire was her Achilles’ heel, and Simon Rhodes utilized this to threaten her.

Shawn threatened, "If you behave, I guarantee your sister’s name will be on the list. But if you’re determined to oppose me, I can guarantee your sister won’t have a good university experience."

Susan turned to glare at him, "You’re disgusting. Stop the car!"

Shawn glanced out the window; they had reached the intersection.

Usually, he would drop her off at this intersection, and they would part ways—him to find his girlfriend, Susan to take a cab home.

But at this moment, Shawn drove straight past, without any intent to let Susan out.

Susan didn’t fight to get out; she didn’t know where Shawn intended to take her, staying alert and keeping her eyes on the streets outside.

The roads were familiar, which slightly eased her unease.

The car smoothly stopped beneath her apartment building. The door unlocked, and Susan immediately pushed it open.

Shawn turned to look at her, "You have three days to pack up. Move back by next Monday."

Susan’s steps merely paused, saying nothing, and swiftly turned to enter the building.

Shawn watched her back, involuntarily curling his lips into a smile.

When he realized his own smile, he suddenly froze, furrowing his brow as if perplexed by his own actions.

Just as he was about to turn the car around, he received a call from Rowan Alder.

Shawn watched the avatar jump for a while before he pressed answer and activated speakerphone.

Rowan Alder: "Shaw, busy finished?"

Shawn: "What’s up?"

Rowan Alder: "Nothing really, just missed you. Are you still at work?"

Shawn took a deep breath, "Yeah."

Rowan Alder: "Shaw, are you annoyed with me?"

Shawn: "Can you stop asking the same questions?"

Rowan Alder let out a cold laugh, "Went to find that woman, right?"

Shawn said, "Think whatever you want, I’m really tired."

Rowan Alder pressed, "Tired? What do you mean? Shawn, make yourself clear. If you don’t want to be together, just say it. I, Rowan Alder, won’t cling to you desperately."

Shawn replied, "Give it a rest, I’m not in the mood to argue."

Rowan Alder: "Where are you? I’m coming to find you. Let’s talk face to face—if we’re splitting, then we’re splitting. I’ve seen you’ve changed, fallen for that woman, right?"

Shawn rubbed his temples, then hung up the call.

Originally unsure of where to go, he drove to a bar.

He didn’t know if he had changed or Rowan had changed. They were once so in love, and he truly thought about spending a lifetime with her.

But now, thinking about these things felt like torment.

Shawn turned off his phone and sat alone in the bar, drinking moodily.

His cold hadn’t fully recovered, and the influence of the alcohol made his already dizzy head hurt even more.

But it was a relief, a temporary escape from the worries and concerns in his heart.

Unable to reach Shawn, Rowan Alder frantically went to Shawn’s office and to his home, finding neither.

She thought only one thing—that Shawn went to find Susan Wilde.

She had painstakingly gotten pregnant and given him a child, yet now he began to find her nagging?

He had never treated her this way before, in tone or attitude—clearly, his heart had changed...

When Susan received this unknown phone call, she initially thought it was a work client. Before she could even say "hello," she heard Rowan Alder’s interrogating voice: "Where’s Shawn?"

"Shawn?" Susan raised an eyebrow, "Miss, you’ve dialed the wrong number. If you’re looking for someone, you should contact the police. Calling me won’t help."

Rowan Alder replied, "Don’t play dumb. Have him answer the phone!"

Susan found the situation somewhat amusing. Looking at Rowan Alder, she even felt a bit sorry for her.

Weren’t these two very much in love? Yet behind the scenes, they harbored all sorts of suspicions and doubts.

Love without trust is bound to collapse eventually.

"Maybe he has not just a third party, but several—fourth or fifth. Try looking at other places." Susan said this and hung up.

She genuinely didn’t want to get involved in their messy affairs.

Every time they quarreled, both would trouble her, and she would prefer them to be at peace as it spared her the hassle.

Rowan Alder was quite like her, pouring youth into love but not getting a perfect outcome.

Yet Rowan was luckier; at least she loved someone who loved her back.

Whereas Owen Bellamy might have approached Susan Wilde with motives from the start—a love she deemed real was merely a business dealing in others’ eyes.

Susan didn’t pay much attention to Rowan Alder and Shawn’s affair, assuming the two had a spat and would soon reconcile.

She only went to bed after Claire had returned home from evening class.

A knocking sound accompanied by the doorbell interrupted her dreams.

Susan couldn’t tell if it was reality or a dream, forcing her eyes open despite her sleepiness, sitting up in bed to listen closely.

There was indeed someone knocking.

She reached out, turned on the bedside lamp, picked up her phone to check the time, and couldn’t help but furrow her brow.

It was past three. Who was knocking at this hour?

The doorbell rang again. Susan threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked to the door to look around.

The display screen near the door was pitch black; the sensor light outside didn’t turn on, making it impossible to see the scene outside—only a vague shadow was visible.