The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 461

"Heh." Seth Leeds could not refrain from laughing out loud.

Jacob Shelby glared at him. Then, Seth immediately said in all apparent seriousness, "Susan, this is a token of Young Master Shaw's regard. Perhaps... he felt that you may possibly need some stuff t o open up a store or something?”

Susan Shelby could not help becoming even more speechless.

"Mrs. Shaw, there's also a card attached inside,” the person who had brought the gifts said solemnly. "Young Master Shaw ordered me to read it to you, Mrs. Shaw.”

"Wait, wait..." An ominous presentiment welled in Susan's heart all of a sudden.

However, he had already lifted the card and began reading. "Susie, you're as exquisite and beautiful as a flower covered i n dew in the early morning. You're warm yet enchanting, like the sun on a summer day. You're...”

What the heck was that?

A legendary love letter?

At once, everyone began to suppress their laughter by force.

Even Chessie covered her mouth with great effort.

Susan was the only person not laughing. A n embarrassing feeling drifted into her heart... Julian really was impossible.

"Alright, that's all. Stop reading." Susan attempted to stop the other person.

'Don’t, let him finish reading it. I would like to hear it," said Serenity Wright while chortling.

There was nothing Susan could do but brace herself and listen to it.

"The day you came into my life, a different color was added to it. My journey through this lifetime is adorned with brand new scenery..."

These words were followed by a series of ambiguous similes that expressed all sorts of emotions. It was so sweet it could make one’s teeth decay.

There was no telling how many words had been written by Julian Shaw. When the delivery man was done reading the note, Susan's expression had already turned into dread.

“Madam, the gift has been delivered and the letter has been read. I shall take my leave now,” said the delivery man.

"Go ahead, go ahead," said Susan eagerly.

When the delivery man left the Wrights, a wave of loud laughter broke out in the living room.

"You're as exquisite and beautiful as a flower covered in dew in the early morning ..." Seth chanted with great emotion.

"You're warm yet enchanting, like the sun o n a summer day..." Serenity joined in the commotion.

The room was filled with joyous voices and laughter.

"I suddenly remembered that I still haven't finished drawing a sketch! I'll see everyone later!" Susan stood up and spoke without the slightest hesitation.

She trotted upstairs loudly but could still hear the joyous laughter coming from downstairs indistinctly.

The corners of Susan's lips curled into a helpless smile involuntarily.

It would have been fine if this had happened on an ordinary day, yet everyone was there now... Julian's love letter would perhaps be famous all over the world.

Meanwhile, Julian was still waiting for the result anxiously.

There was a book in his hand with the title' 100 Techniques To Date Women'.

The 36th technique of the book stated, ‘In this fickle society, people who are willing t o sit down and pen love letters are already growing fewer and fewer. Thus, why don’t you try to recover the past's simplicity? Use a handwritten love letter to touch a woman's sensitive heart'.

The 37th technique of the book stated,' Women don't like overly narrow-minded men. Thus, if you are financially secure, shop, shop, shop for her appropriately to increase the success rate of your dates'.

Julian had already made up his mind to date Susan again.

He did not have much dating experience so he would need to study the techniques listed in the book properly.

The book had received very good reviews online so it should be correct.

Julian was thinking about this when a WeChat text message came.

’Young Master Shaw, I didn’t expect that you'd be an expert at writing.'

Then, an emoticon with tears of joy was added.

The sender was Seth.

Seth?

Julian raised an eyebrow. What do you mean?'

'You're like a flower covered in dew in the early morning...’