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

Chapter 2 I Have A Date

Julian Shaw pried open each of Susan Shelby's fingers and then glared coldly at her. "I'm sorry. I have a date tonight."

"Then, can you ask that person to come over?” Susan was getting more nervous.

He squinted. "Woman, what games are you playing at?"

Susan flinched, then said softly, "Mom heard that you haven’t been home for half a month since you've been partying too hard outside. She...she's worried about your health and wants me to think of a way to make you stay. Otherwise, she'll stop paying my elder brother’s medical fees."

She lowered her head and dared not look at Julian's expression.

After a while, a chuckle was heard in the room. "So, that's the reason. Haha, it really is the reason for this show. Oh yeah, if it wasn't for your brother, you wouldn't put in such commendable effort." 1

Julian's words contained an indescribable hint of self-deprecation.

She bit her lower lip. "Then...can you..."

"Okay," he said unambiguously, "As you wish. I'll come home in the future, but just so you know, I miss my many girlfriends..." This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"It doesn't matter. You can bring them home. Just be careful. Don’t let Mom find out," she immediately replied.

There was no foundation in their relationship. As long as she could secure her elder brother's medical fees, she was not bothered by what Julian Shaw wanted to do.

"What a good and devoted wife." Julian's expression turned cold. He whipped out his mobile phone and dialed a number. "You have half an hour to come to N 0. 67, Sky Mountain Road."

Then, Julian looked at Susan with a sneer. "Are you satisfied now?"

"Thank you," she replied gratefully.

"Thank me?" He walked up to her and held her chin roughly. "I hope you won’t regret this word."

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang and Susan quickly opened the door.

A pretty woman with heavy makeup stood in the doorway. Susan could recognize her.

"Aren't you...that goddess, Cheryl Young?” Susan's eyes widened.

Cheryl took a light glance at Susan, then said with slight arrogance, "Are you the servant? Where's Julian?"

Servant...

There was a flash of embarrassment in Susan's eyes, but she did not explain herself. When they got married, they made a pact that no one should know about their union.

Furthermore, the goddess should be the guest Julian was expecting, so he would not want her to know that Susan was his wife.

"Welcome, Miss Young." Susan tamped her emotions down and stepped aside.

Cheryl sauntered in suggestively, and when she saw Julian sitting on the sofa, her eyes immediately became passionate.

"Julian, why did you call me over so suddenly? I didn't even have the time to dress up before I rushed over." Cheryl slumped into his embrace.

Julian had one hand on her shoulder while the other hand lifted her chin. "So? Are you complaining?"

"Nonsense." Cheryl pouted. "I’m just afraid that you won’t like my bare face."

Bare face?

Susan silently glanced at Cheryl Young's heavy makeup and then looked away.

"I like you no matter how you look," Julian said with a smirk as he looked at her flirtatiously.

"You terrible man!" Cheryl smacked his chest lightly. Soon, the corner of Julian’s lips curled up as he bent over to lift her up.

Susan kept quiet with her head lowered.

Her indifferent expression mysteriously made Julian unhappy. He intentionally snickered. "I have something important to do with Miss Young. Stand guard outside the bedroom door without leaving.”

"Huh?"

"Didn't you hear me?” Julian narrowed his eyes.

"I heard you," Susan quickly replied.

Once the bedroom door was shut, Susan let out a sigh and stood at the door.

It did not matter how ruthless Julian was as long as h e came home and as long as her elder brother's medical fees were taken care of. She did not mind. 4

When they got into the bedroom, Julian's smile disappeared as he tossed her onto the bed without any expression. His movements were rough and Cheryl felt slight pain.

Her brows were knitted as she complained gently, " Julian, that hurts."

With a frown, Julian commanded, "Get down."

"Huh?" Cheryl was stunned.

"I said, don’t lie on the bed. Get down!" Julian said.

It was an inexplicable notion as he thought about how Susan's scent was going to be destroyed by the

woman in front of him, and he felt annoyed.

Julian grabbed her arm and pushed her to the chair." Sit."

Cheryl’s gaze shifted and she acquiesced charmingly," Okay, have it your way."

"Moan," he then ordered calmly as he fell onto the sofa.