The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 211

"Miss Susan, have a taste of these grapes,” Mama Jean said as she came out of the kitchen with a plate of grapes. "Mr. Julian heard you wanted to eat grapes last night, so he asked people to get it for you. I heard that these grapes were picked at the peak of sweetness and flown in fresh from the location overnight."

"Grapes?" Susan was startled. After all, it was pretty hard to find grapes during the winter season. Ever since she got pregnant, her appetite became rather erratic and she was picky about food. There were times where she would have the urge to eat a certain kind of food as well.

Last night, she just casually mentioned that she wanted to have some grapes. She thought Julian did not hear it as he did not say anything at all. She did not expect that he actually listened and asked his men to get ahold of some grapes and sent them to her overnight.

"Mr. Julian never forget everything you say, Miss. Susan," Mama Jean teased, "Ah, how good would it be i f my husband could treat me the way Mr. Julian treats Miss Susan."

Susan was tickled pink by Mama Jean's statement. She picked up a grape and put it into her mouth.

Very soon, her eyes lit up in joy and her lips arched into a smile. She did not know whether it was because of the sweetness of the grape or if she was touched by Julian's attentiveness, but she felt that the grape tasted better than any of the other grapes that she had in the past.

Just when she was enjoying the grapes, a figure dashed into the house.

Susan turned her head towards the figure and a smile crossed her face. She rose to her feet and greeted the incoming person. "Mom."

However, before her voice died off, Madam Shaw rushed over and slapped Susan's face with all her strength. The slap was so hard that Susan’s cheek became red and left an imprint of her finger marks upon her face.

"Susan Shelby!" As if it was not enough, Madam Shaw went forward and wanted to slap her again.

The first time she slapped Susan, Mama Jean was so shocked that she could not react in time. Now that she saw her going for the second hit, she snapped herself out of the trance and went forward to grab her hand.

"Let go of me! I want to slap this b*tch!" Madam Shaw barked.

Her face was distorted and grotesque with violent expressions of anger and hatred, and she did not look like the usually elegant and poised Madam Shaw.

Rubbing her cheek, Susan frowned.

In the past, she heard someone say that when one was unlucky, misfortune could happen no matter however careful you were. She did not believe that person at that time, and now she only wanted to salute him.

She could not understand what she had done and why Madam Shaw would slap her. Madam Shaw had been taking good care of her recently and she was very grateful for her. As such, she did her very best to return the kindness.

Everything was fine yesterday, and today she suddenly turned hostile.

Susan tightened her fists, making her knuckles white. She was angry.

She was Julian’s wife, but she was also a human. As a human, she deserved a basic level of respect and dignity.

What made her think that she could just simply come into her house and slap her in the face?

"Mom, who the hell are you calling b*tch?" Susan snarled with a cold voice, her face grim.

Madam Shaw struggled even harder, and was it not for Mama Jean holding her back, she would have gone forward and had a fall out with Susan already.

After she realized she could not extract herself out from Mama Jean’s hold, she shot a cold glare at Susan.

She thought Susan would at least show some guilt, but she never expected that not only would she show no shame at all, she even dared to shout back at her.

However, she felt it was not the right time to expose everything since Mama Jean was here. After all, she did not want an outsider to know about her family issues.

As such, she took a deep breath to calm herself down. Then, with a cold voice, she said, "I won't argue with you now. I've asked Julian to come home, so I’ll wait until he is here first. I suggest better start thinking about how you should explain to us later."

"You're the one who slapped me, and you want me to give you an explanation?" Susan felt Madam Shaw had gone too far this time. She had never come across a person as unreasonable as Madam Shaw before.

With a frigid voice, she replied, "Sure, I would like to know how Julian is going to handle this matter as well."

Madam Shaw harrumphed and turned to Mama Jean," Let go of me."

"Madam..." Mama Jean hesitated.