The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 67

It took Charlotte some time to recover from her giggle. Then, as something surfaced in her mind, she asked," Now that we’ve successfully convinced Luke that Susan is the one who killed dad, I'm certain he will not go look for her anymore. But how about the Straws? She is Julian's wife. There's no way he would sit idly and watch his wife get thrown into prison.”

There was an apparent hint of indignation in her voice. She could not get over the fact that Susan was able to become Julian’s wife while she could not.

What made that woman think that she deserved to become the woman of the Straws?

"Rest assured, my sweet little girl. You'll get what you want in the end," Madam Jenkins placed an assuring hand on the back of Charlotte's palm as a glint flashed across her eyes. "I'll make sure nobody will get in you o r your brother's path.”

Charlotte nodded heavily.

The Straws. 1

"Madam Jenkins... She did not serve me with a lawsuit?" asked Susan absentmindedly as she looked a t the invitation card on the table with confusion written across her face.

Madam Jenkins invited both Julian and her to Richard Jenkins' funeral. Had she already forgiven her?

"Richard Jenkins' body was cremated in Bali," Julian answered with a lifted eyebrow, "His body is the only evidence she had if she wanted to charge you with murder. So, without his body, there's nothing she can d o. As far as I am concerned, I guess the matter is closed."

'The matter is closed?' Susan felt she just had a dream.

Judging from Madam Jenkins' reaction that day, she thought the woman was going to destroy her. Never did she expect that she would let her go so easily. Be that as it may, she still had a strange feeling that she could not shake off.

"Julian, the funeral..." Susan clenched her teeth. 1

"Richard Jenkins' death was considered a big affair. W e deal a lot with the Jenkins, so in any case, I'll have to attend the funeral. Mom will be going with me, and as for you, you should rest at home," Julian said.

A series of complicated emotions flitted across Susan's eyes. She fell into a pensive state for a long while before she finally nodded. Julian’s arrangement was reasonable. After all, it was inappropriate for her t o appear at the funeral.

On the day of the funeral, Madam Shaw and Julian went out very early.

Susan was left alone in the house. She paced back and forth in the living room as she was torn by the growing restless feeling in her heart. She took a look a t the clock and realized it was already 9 in the morning. She reckoned that the funeral had already begun.

She wondered how Luke was right now.

'He should be very sad, right? After all, he is his father,’ Susan bit her lower lip as a complicated expression dawned on her face. She knew she could not be with Luke anymore, but she never wanted their relationship to turn to hate. When she thought about i t, she realized how fast things had changed and humans were nothing but tools of entertainment for destiny.

Two hours later, Julian called her and told Susan that the funeral had ended. She was thrown into a loop, and she could not pick up her senses for a long time even after she hung up the call.

She could not believe that the entire incident ended just like this. There was a restless feeling knocking in her heart, and she felt like a storm was brewing. She was kept on tenterhooks for several days, yet nothing happened. Even Julian, who had been waiting for Madam Jenkins to make her move, started to believe that she had forgiven Susan.

On this day, Susan and Julian were having their breakfast when Seth sauntered into their house.

"Vo, what a hearty breakfast. It seems like I came just i n time, I haven't had my breakfast yet," exclaimed Seth as he took a seat beside the table.

Julian's face darkened. "Have the Leeds fallen so much that they could not afford your breakfast?"

“That's different. The breakfast prepared in your house tastes much better," said Seth as he reached out for a sandwich on a plate. Suddenly, a hand appeared out of nowhere, and he felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand.

He retracted his hand and turned his head angrily towards Jacob, "It hurts! Why the hell would you do that?"

Jacob looked at him with all seriousness and said," You haven't washed your hands yet."

"Huh?" Seth was stumped. He thought his ears or his mind were playing a trick on him.

"You haven't washed your hands yet," Jacob repeated," Susie said we must wash our hands before eating. Those who don't wash their hands are bad boys."

Seth froze, and silence filled the air. Nobody talked for a long while, and it was Susan who decided to shatter the impasse.