Chapter 4 Admitted

• "What?" Cheryl's eyes flashed with amazement as she raised her head. Was it no longer necessary to film the commercial? She had been waiting a long time for this ad. - "Julian, I..." "I admit that was my mistake," she said swiftly, being the submissive creature that she was. This commercial..." "You can leave now." She tried to explain, but Julian would not listen. "I..." Unwillingly, she was unable to comprehend the error that had put her in this anxious circumstance. "Do you want me to say it again?" A deadly gleam flashed in Julian's eyes. Cheryl got her suitcase and walked away, gritting her teeth and daring to remain silent. After giving Susan a worried glance, Julian approached. "Does it...hurt?"
• Susan stared at him in stupor and shook her head. "You...Why...?" Like Cheryl, she was unable to understand why he had just thrown a fit just now. Was it for her benefit? Susan, however, would never be that self-absorbed. He smirked, seeing right through her doubts: "What? Do you believe that you are the reason I became irate? "I don’t think so." She seemed at ease. Julian spoke in a sad tone, but his words were not compassionate. "You're correct. Unrequited love is the worst thing about women. Cheryl Young went over her limits, which is why I disciplined her! " You are the madam of the Shaw family and my wife. Who is she to beat and reprimand you?
• I was thereby defending the face and dignity of the Shaw family. Alright, it's not about you. "Sure." Susan gave an obliged nod. While she was massaging Cheryl, she couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't shielded the face and dignity of the Shaw family. But Julian was typically erratic, so she didn't bother to ask in case it agitated him. Julian became even more enraged by Susan's obedient answer. He inhaled deeply many times. He had made the proper choice in not going home. If not, it would have taken a few years off his life. Julian gave a snort. "I have nothing else to say to you, and it's late. It's time to go to bed. Susan quickly said, "Okay, Julian, you may sleep in the master bedroom.
• "The guest loom?" "We're married," he murmured, holding her back. Do separate rooms have to be used for sleeping? You took the initiative just now, didn't you? Pretending to be an innocent virgin is too late. "I..." Susan dropped her head and clenched her teeth. "I understand." Julian was already regretting his choice, although her cautious response was to be expected. The way this woman was curled up in a corner looked like a cat. Her face was especially lovely in the moonlight. It was clear that Susan was a little anxious. She was breathing shallowly, and her heart was racing. Julian gave it careful thinking. She wouldn't turn him down if he wanted her.
• But he lost all enthusiasm as he remembered Susan's pallid face as she lay beneath him. He had been missing her for a while. Even he had trouble believing it because it had been so long. However, Julian's ego prevented him from doing anything as long as he considered her having another guy in her heart. Despite her nervousness, Susan gradually slept off in the middle of the night. Julian turned and gave her a perplexed look. Then he wanted to touch her face and reached out. She moaned abruptly, and he immediately pulled his arm back. Being on the losing end of a relationship did not appeal to him.
• She loved another guy while he adored her. If so, he would conceal his feelings for her. I can't let you go, Susan, even though you don't love me. The fact that we have been torturing one another is also beneficial. At Lanyard Construction the next day. An big arrangement of flowers came in front of Susan just as she was ready to sit down in the office. "Wow!" The office was suddenly flurrying with activity. Before Susan could respond, a dashing face emerged from behind the floral arrangement. Chance Hamilton, her coworker, was the one. "I like you, Susan. Are you going to be my girlfriend? Chance gave her a kind glance. Was this a confession?
• Susan was taken aback. Nobody had ever declared their love for her before, until now! She had taken the initiative even in her past engagement with Luke Jenkins. Julian Shaw, on the other hand, required no additional explanation. She was genuinely moved by the revelation at that very time. But it was unfortunate that rejection was unavoidable. "Sorry, I've told you before that I'm married," she added with a smile. "Susan, do you really think I'll believe that excuse?" Chance exuded confidence. "If you really are married, why aren’t you wearing a ring?" "Because I’m not used to it." "All right, I'll overlook that, but why hasn't your spouse shown up in almost a year of your employment here?
• He never showed up for the few occasions the firm planned gatherings where you may have invited your family. Chance's comebacks were clearly planned. "He...he's an introvert and doesn't like meeting people." Susan just offered him an explanation. Chance chuckled. "You don't need to tell any more stories, Susan. I swear that I will love you more than your spouse, even if you have one! In the modern world, being married does not exclude getting a divorce. I hope you'll give me some thought! Chance thought the husband Susan had described was a ruse. He thus believed that since he was not ugly and came from a respectable family, he would be successful in dating her.
• "Sorry, I'm really..." Susan turned him down once more. Suddenly she narrowed her eyes and stopped talking. Chance laughed as she abruptly stopped talking. Are you at a loss for ways to turn me down, Susan? Why don't you? A chilly voice said, "What a lively morning you guys are having." Chance glanced back, stunned, to see Julian standing there expressionless. "What are you discussing? Julian said, "I'd want to know about it too. Chance had nothing to be embarrassed of, so he boasted about his efforts to court Susan. "Chairman Shaw, I'm pursuing Susan, but she said she's married," he stated, laughing.
• Her spouse has been working at the firm for more than a year, but he has never shown up. I think he's either a hermit or nonexistent. Could you please give Susan some advice, Chairman Shaw? Chance carried on prattling pleasantly, unaware of Julian's developing pout. Susan pulled at Chance's shirt because she could take it no more. "How are you, Susan? Are you going to accept me? Chance gave her a startled glance.