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

Chapter 386 Open The Door, Susan

Susan Shelby could not find the courage to take a second glance at her hideousness and dreadfulness.

She felt truly ashamed that everybody else could still chat leisurely with her despite her disgusting appearance.

Susan felt that the sight of the monstrous her would burn the eyes of whoever saw her even if it did not make the person vomit in disgust.

Under such circumstances, it was better for her to be self-aware and not appear before everybody else again. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"Open the door, Susie," said Julian Shaw once again.

"I won’t.” Susan spoke with a pleading tone, "Julian, will you please go to the next room? I-I really don't you to see my current appearance."

Susan seriously did not want Julian to see her hideous appearance.

She could only hope that she would remain beautiful eternally in his heart.

"Susie." Julian came to understand Susan’s state of mind. His gaze became fixated and his voice sounded even more determined when he said, "Open the door!"

I wont.

“Don't make me," said Julian in a rather calm manner.

Don't make me?

Before Susan could react to the situation, all of a sudden, a loud crash was heard from outside the door.

Susan could not help being startled as she sat upright from the bed abruptly. "Julian! What are you doing?"

Julian felt rather gloomy as he looked at the door that didn't budge.

He was planning to kick down the door, yet who would have known that the quality of the Wrights’ door could be so surprisingly good!

However, this was not the key point!

Julian continued to bash the door over and over again without changing his expression.

"Mom, I'm going to stop Julian." Oliver Wright was about to head upstairs after noticing the situation.

Luna Harris stopped him.

Oliver looked at her in confusion.

Luna chuckled. "Don't. There are some matters to be left for them to solve it on their own."

"Yet..." Oliver had yet to react to the situation.

"Yikes, Oliver. Why are you such a blockhead like Jacob?" Anna Wright said slightly helplessly, "Don’t interfere if you're instructed not to interfere."

Shoot. Oliver could not tolerate this anymore.

Even if he was a blockhead, was he comparable to Jacob?

Oliver was about to talk it out with Anna properly when he realized his mother was watching Julian slamming the door with a gratified expression.

Oliver did not understand originally. However, Oliver seemed to have realized something as he looked at his mother's gaze.

He took a glance at the situation upstairs and heaved a sigh softly.

A person’s appearance was only a shell, but how many people could truly see through the shell?

If Julian and Susan could go through this ordeal, their relationship would certainly advance by leaps and bounds.

Susan had already gotten down from the bed and she was looking outside through the peephole.

Julian was slamming himself against the door heavily with a calm expression.

Julian’s act of slamming against the door was akin to slamming onto Susan's heart.

Susan felt as if her heart was trembling upon seeing Julian crashing over and over again.

"Please stop, Julian," said Suan shakily.

"I..." Susan's eyes reddened involuntarily upon remembering her hideous face in the mirror. "Julian, please don't push me anymore, alright? Just let me be alone now, I don't want to see you."

Her face was so disgusting that she wondered how much courage Julian would have to muster just to look at her face without frowning at all?

"I shall continue then." Julian did not bother arguing with Susan. He continued to slam into the door as if h e was tormenting himself.

They were not in an action movie. The door that was tightly locked and was made of very good quality wood could not be busted open in a short time regardless of how much strength he exerted.

Julian slammed into the door over and over again as i f he could not feel pain.

Susan's tears were about to stream down her face.

What was there for him to see when her face was such a mess?

"Julian, I’m begging you to stop."

"I really don't want you to see how I look now."

"I'm begging you please, okay?"

Susan exhausted herself trying to use all sorts of speech to dissuade him. In the beginning, Julian would still reply, but afterward, he did not even bother to answer straightforwardly and focused on slamming the door with all his might. 3

Tears streamed down Susan's face. Her hand was placed on the door handle but she could not muster the courage to open the door.

How could she be a good match to Julian in her current appearance?

Perhaps, she should be more self-aware and leave his man that was a little too brilliant.

Susan's vision was blurred by her tears when Julian suddenly slipped from slamming too hard into the door. He was about to lose his footing.

Susan was so shocked that she could not be bothered about anything else.

She unlocked the door at an unprecedented speed, then pulled open the door in one go.

"Julian!" called out Susan in a panic.

However, she had just opened the door when she was embraced into a warm hug.

"Susie, you’ve opened the door at last.” A warm gush of breath brushed up against Susan's ear.

Susan’s tears wet Julian's collar at once. She sobbed and said, "You... You weren’t going to fall down?”

"No."

"Julian, you fooled me." Susan’s tears were still flowing down her face when she pounded on Julian's back heavily.

Julian did not avoid nor dodge it. He entered the room with her in his arms as she continued to beat him.

Then, he closed the door.

"Susie." Julian loosened his hold over Susan in an attempt to look at her properly.

Susan became a little agitated all of a sudden.

She covered her face to stop Julian from seeing her current appearance.

Julian heaved a sigh, then he slowly pried Susan's hands in a slow yet determined manner.

Susan was incapable of fighting him so her hands were pried away forcibly.

Everything about her was exposed before Julian.

A wisp of despair even flashed past Susan's eyes." Julian, we...we should get a divorce." 1

A surprised yet shocked look flashed by Julian's eyes a t once. "Susan, do you have any idea what you’re talking about?"

"I do." The agony in Susan's heart and the expression o n her face were concealed by the layer of red rashes so they did not appear as obvious. "Julian, I’m so hideous now that I'm not a good match for you and I can't burden you. We should get a divorce so you can look for someone better..."

"Susan!" Julian couldn't help shouting sternly at her before he spoke with an unprecedented and furious tone, "Say that again!"

Julian's rage was so vivid that Susan did not even have the courage to meet his gaze.

She lowered her head with reddened eyes. "I-I can’t let people mock you for having such an ugly wife."

Her skin disease flared up so suddenly and the numerous hospitals that she sought consultations from could not diagnose it.

If she continued looking like this for the rest of her life, how could she have the sense to stand before Julian?

"Susan!” Julian tilted Susan's chin and forced her to look at him. "Haven't I told you this before? There's no ' divorce’ in my life, only 'bereavement'!"

It felt as if there were gold flares burning in Julian’s eyes.

"But..." Susan trembled.