CHAPTER 339: CHAPTER 339: HIDING FOR A LIFETIME

The breakfast had already been set on the table, just as appetizing as always.

She felt that even if Simon Rhodes didn’t work as a boss, he could make a great career as a chef.

"Skylar." Just as she sat down and took a couple of bites, he suddenly called her name very seriously.

Susan Wilde looked up, puzzled: "Hmm?"

Simon Rhodes: "Don’t go back. Stay here from now on. I’ll find a way to get you divorced from him, and I’ll marry you."

Upon hearing this, Susan Wilde lowered her head, spooning the porridge in her bowl, not knowing how to respond to Simon Rhodes’s sincere words.

Simon Rhodes put down his chopsticks and said: "I know you have a lot of concerns in your heart. I also know you might not like me yet, but think about it, you and Shawn Rhodes have no feelings, marrying him or me is almost the same for you. At least I won’t hurt you."

Susan Wilde pulled a corner of her mouth into a smile: "Precisely because I don’t love him and he doesn’t love me, that’s why I’m willing to drag on with him."

Simon Rhodes did not understand the meaning behind her words for a moment, then listened as she continued: "I don’t want to waste your time. You’re a very good man; you shouldn’t be entangled with my life."

Simon Rhodes was silent for a moment: "Skylar, I don’t want to see you get hurt anymore."

Susan Wilde pressed her lips together and explained: "I can hide here for a day, but I can’t hide all my life. I’ve moved out of Shawn’s house, and I’ll reduce my interaction with him in the future."

Simon Rhodes: "You can hide with me for a lifetime."

Susan Wilde chuckled softly but didn’t directly respond to his words: "Last night, he called me out to dinner. I went because I thought it was with his parents. I’ll be more cautious about such things in the future, so don’t worry about me."

Simon Rhodes lowered his gaze, seemingly still wanting to say something, but felt that saying more was useless.

After finishing what was on her plate, Susan Wilde picked up a napkin, wiped her mouth, and said to Simon Rhodes: "No matter what, thank you for helping me last night. Breakfast was delicious. I’m sure other girls will like it too."

Simon Rhodes understood she was suggesting he love someone else, but he didn’t know about his future; he only knew he couldn’t let her go now to love another woman.

Simon Rhodes: "I’ve never cooked for anyone else. You’re the first."

Susan Wilde clutched her hands tightly, feeling chaotic inside, yet still smiled as if nothing was wrong on the surface.

He worried that Shawn Rhodes would cause her trouble, wanting her to stay temporarily.

But Susan Wilde was very clear that what was destined could not be avoided, so after breakfast, she left.

She thought that as long as Shawn Rhodes didn’t lay a hand on her, she should be able to protect herself.

After all, when it came to physical confrontation, not to mention fighting back, she didn’t even have the strength to resist.

Her head was still a bit groggy from the night before. She didn’t go to the company but chose to go home instead.

Unexpectedly, Shawn Rhodes was waiting at her doorstep.

"Where did you go?" He asked accusingly.

Susan Wilde stopped in her tracks, standing at a distance she thought was relatively safe, looking at him.

He seemed like he hadn’t slept all night, with red bloodshot eyes, still wearing yesterday’s clothes, perhaps waiting for her all night.

Her silence angered him, or rather, her mere existence angered him.

No matter what she did, he had a reason to vent his inner fury on her.

He stepped closer, almost gritting his teeth as he asked again: "I asked you where you were last night?!"

Susan Wilde sneered: "Didn’t deliver me to your financier’s bed, so now you’re here to take it out on me? Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at, the dignified heir of the Rhodes Family, taking your wife out to entertain for business. Truly impressive."

Shawn Rhodes sneered coldly: "Slept with him last night, didn’t you?"

Susan Wilde: "Isn’t that the result you wanted to see?"

It was he who dragged her out to accompany men, and now the same person acted like a cuckold and came to yell at her. It was as if he was directing his own drama, playing both the hero and the villain.

"Open the door."

Susan Wilde stood still, as he never had much patience with her, striding over, reaching to grab the bag in her hand, and fished out the house key to open the door.

Turning back, he dragged Susan Wilde inside, and the moment the door closed behind her, Susan Wilde had a bad premonition.

"Aside from beating me to feel accomplished, how frustrated must you be at other times."

He didn’t get angry but instead laughed, throwing her heavily onto the sofa: "Yeah, I’m a failure. I can’t compare to Simon Rhodes in any way. Don’t you all always think so?"

Susan Wilde’s hands were twisted behind her and pinned on the sofa. She didn’t struggle, knowing it was futile.

Her face appeared calm, but inside she was still afraid, not knowing when his fist would land on her.

"I’ll ask you one more time, did you sleep with him?"

Susan Wilde’s face pressed against the sofa cushion, she just laughed, saying nothing.

Shawn Rhodes, outraged and humiliated, roared at her: "Speak! Did you sleep with him?!"

Susan Wilde laughed: "He’s much richer than that Mr. Morgan, isn’t he? Since you’re pushing me out to help you with business anyway, isn’t it better to entertain him than to entertain Mr. Morgan?"

Shawn Rhodes: "Susan Wilde, you are fucking..."

He turned her body over, and upon sensing the action of his hands, Susan Wilde panicked, kicking forcefully: "What are you doing?!"

Shawn Rhodes sneered: "You won’t tell me, I’ll check it myself."

Susan Wilde struggled with hands and feet, her fingernails scratching his face, which angered him even more, causing him to restrain her wrists.

The two tussled together, her kicks landing on him made him a bit uncomfortable, but ultimately, Susan Wilde was in a disadvantageous position.

The pain from below came, and Susan Wilde relaxed all her resisting strength, collapsing weakly onto the sofa.

Tears flowed; it was unclear if it was from the pain or from despair.

Shawn Rhodes looked at the bloodstain on his fingertip, along with the dark red on the sofa.

Her first time.

She hadn’t slept with Simon Rhodes.

He left her on the sofa, picking up tissues from the coffee table to wipe his fingers, feeling a strange agitation looking at her silent tears.

"... Let’s get a divorce." Her voice was hoarse, her unfocused gaze falling somewhere, as if talking to herself.

Shawn Rhodes sneered: "Divorce so you can marry him, is that it?"

"Let me go... I beg you."

She was always stubborn; saying "beg" to him didn’t seem to bring the usual satisfaction of conquest in his heart.

She sniffled, sitting up from the sofa, raising the back of her hand to wipe her tears before looking at him: "I’ll explain to your parents over there, and I’ll also try to persuade them to accept Rowan Alder. After the divorce, I won’t take anything from you, I won’t interfere in your cooperation with the Wilde Family, I won’t touch any of your interests, okay?"