Chapter 496

Susan didn't deny it. With that custom-made coat worth a fortune and his rich-kid looks, who wouldn't want to rob him?

But the chances were slim, right?

She laughed, "How do you know I'd be sad? Maybe someone should kidnap you so you'd stop bothering me."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, really..." Before she could finish, Caleb's lips silenced her.

She didn't expect the kiss and was stunned, her mind blank. All she felt was a tingle on her lips, her body heating up, and her brain going fuzzy.

"Let me stay, okay?" Caleb murmured against her lips.

Susan's mind was hazy, barely holding on. "No, no..."

"Okay?" Caleb kissed her harder, making her head spin and her body weak.

"Susan..."

"Please, let me stay..."

"No..." Her last bit of reason was fighting, but she felt herself giving in.

It was like sinking into quicksand, losing control.

His kissing skills were too good.

"Let me stay," Caleb's eyes burned with intensity.

Susan's mind was blank, her breathing erratic, only able to mutter, "No, no..."

But her voice was weaker, her breath hot.

"Why not?" Caleb pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes hot, a mischievous smile on his lips. He knew she had already given in, teasing her on purpose.

"Oliver is..." Susan's voice was weak, quieter than a mosquito. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from the kiss.

"You think Oliver doesn't know about us? Susan, stop deceiving yourself."

"Even if he knows..."

Caleb smirked. "So you know you're deceiving yourself?"

Susan was stunned.

"What do you think our relationship is?" Caleb's smile grew more playful.

Susan's mind was a mess, tingling and numb, completely unable to think.

Right, what was their relationship?

"Tell me..."

"Enemies," Susan said, dazed.

Caleb laughed. "Quarreling lovers?"

Susan was speechless.

How could enemies and quarreling lovers be the same?

"You're so shameless, I hate you."

"When a woman says she hates, it means she likes," Caleb emphasized. He was increasingly certain she liked him, he was gradually conquering her heart, and victory was in sight.

"No, I don't like you at all."

"The more you say you hate me, the more I think you like me," Caleb showed a satisfied smile.

He smiled handsomely, but to Susan, that smile was annoying.

Under Caleb's handsome exterior lay a rotten heart. It was a good thing he was good-looking; otherwise, she would have hated him even more.

Susan pouted, "I hate you."

"Oh, you like me," Caleb's expression was very pleased, enjoying it.

Susan was rendered speechless by him, not daring to say "hate" anymore to avoid giving him more wishful thinking.

Seeing her blushing and speechless, Caleb felt an urge to pull her into his arms, fiercely and forcefully.

No woman had ever aroused his desire so easily, making him constantly feel aroused.

Unable to resist, he bit her lip hard. "I love you."

Susan's body went limp, almost falling into his arms.

When she left the bathroom, she was still dazed and breathless. The steam from earlier felt like the richest wine, making her face hot.

Caleb stayed over, sleeping on the couch. Susan slept on the bed with Oliver.

Susan habitually left a nightlight on. From her angle, she could see Caleb, over 6 feet tall, squeezed on the couch, looking cramped but with a satisfied smile on his face.

She didn't know why, but she also smiled.

Idiot.

She couldn't ignore the sense of security his presence brought. No matter what happened, he was there.

Susan's feelings were calm yet complicated, her mind repeatedly questioning: what exactly was their relationship now?

Three people, one room, looking like a family of three, but not really.

Her determination to return to Novaria with Oliver was slowly crumbling. She knew she couldn't escape him, but she couldn't accept him either.

Maybe it was out of unwillingness. He had hurt her deeply before, and she wasn't willing to forgive so easily.

But how long could she resist? Susan was increasingly unsure.

But she felt good at the moment and didn't want to ruin it. Life was already hard enough; why make it harder for herself?

So she forced herself to stop thinking, held her adorable son, and fell asleep.

The next day at noon, in the third-floor ward.

Carol was feeding Maurice some porridge.

"Why hasn't May come today? She wasn't at the hospital last night either."

Carol didn't say anything.

"Did you two have a fight?"

"No," Carol said sullenly.

But Maurice saw through it immediately. "Don't say no, I can tell from your expression. You're an adult, why are you still bickering with May? Is that how a mother should act?"

Carol felt wronged and retorted angrily, "Are you saying I'm not fit to be a mother? That I'm not doing a good job?"

Maurice was taken aback. "You're too sensitive, that's not what I meant."

"Whatever, in your eyes, everything I do is wrong anyway."

"What's going on? Is it about the surgery? You have your considerations, May has hers, and it was me who told her to find a doctor. Don't blame her. The kid has been taking care of me these days; she's exhausted. Don't take it out on her."

Carol's eyes reddened. "She's tired, but I'm not? So everything I do is wrong?"

"What's wrong with you? You're overthinking it," Maurice shook his head. "In a hospital, no one's in a good mood. Just bear with it, okay? Let's not argue with the kid."

"I'm not arguing, it's all my fault anyway."

Maurice was speechless.

At that moment.

"Dad, Mom." May walked in, her tone very cheerful, beaming.

And she looked different.