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

Chapter 33 Caretaker

Julian wanted to chase her away?

Isla's eyes flashed with a hint of unwillingness. She gritted her teeth and said, "Chairman Shaw, Madam Shaw will be unhappy if you do this."

"Do I need you to worry about what goes on between m y mother and me?" Julian looked at her uninterestedly. "I'm giving you 3 minutes. After 3 minutes, if I still see you here, I'll personally throw you out."

Isla looked at his cold face and knew that he was not joking. Then, she stomped away. Tm not defeated yet! Madam Shaw will stand up for me.'

Susan propped her groggy head up and looked at Julian in a daze. "You...you drove her away? Don't you like her a lot? Have you tired of her so quickly?"

Seeing Susan’s addled look, Julian’s heart was on fire but he could not unleash his emotions, so he only replied dully, "Yes, I’m tired of her."

"Oh, looks like Mom will send another new person over soon," Susan said.

Julian's hands clenched slightly but his voice was calm. "Susan, there won't be anyone else."

Susan tilted her head. "Why wouldn't there be?" 'What nonsense is Julian talking about? It's obvious that Mom wants a grandchild. If Isla Brown can't do it, there will soon be Isla Green or Isla Black. Why wouldn’t there be anyone else? I just don’t know if the new person will be worse than Isla.' 3

Thinking of that, Susan's eyes flashed with a touch of worry.

Julian’s expression was complicated as he stretched his arm out to touch Susan’s hair. "I say there won't be anyone else. You can trust me."

Susan looked at him blankly and nodded. “Oh.”

"Good girl. I'll get you a change of clothes." Julian bent over and lifted her up.

"No...no need. I can do it myself," she replied.

Ignoring Susan's struggles, Julian carried her into the bedroom and carefully changed her clothes. He also took a warm towel to place on her forehead.

During the entire process, she thought she would feel embarrassed. However, she did not.

It was probably because of Julian’s expression that was too serious, so no one would have thought about anything else.

Once she was tossed onto the bed, Susan's eyelids were so heavy that they would not open.

Julian looked at her pale face and his eyes contained a hint of unexplained emotions. He felt stupid.

Why did he let Isla stay?

To agitate Susan?

However, he knew that he would eventually be the one who could not let her go.

He had been an egoistic person all along.

Nevertheless, his ego diminished every time he was in front of Susan. 1

Even his bottom line had been revised over and over again. He would wait even if her heart had another man. He would wait even if she did not love him.

However, he did not know how long it would be.

When he thought of the scene of Luke and Susan hugging each other, his heart ached.

'If Luke regains his memory and wants to take her away, I guess she’ll do it without hesitation. What do I do when the time comes? Let go? Or...

'Let go? No way, but if I don't let go, can I bear seeing this woman sad?'

Julian broke into a bitter smile.

It was evident that whoever fell in love would be the loser. From the beginning, he had lost in this game of love.

"Uh." Groaning, Susan shifted her body uncomfortably.

"Susan." Julian held her hand and chided her, "Next time, don't let anyone bully you."

Susan heard him, and with her eyes closed, she

mumbled childishly, "It's always you who bullies me."

Her childlike ways were rare and Julian could not help but watch her for a long time.

After that, he felt funny and agitated.

'This woman! I’m always protecting her. When did I ever bully her?'

"Tell me, how did I bully you?" Julian asked softly.

Susan counted. "Too many. You're fierce to me daily and you're narrow-hearted. You remember Isla's birthday but not mine. You..."

It was probably because of her exhaustion that her voice slowly faded, leaving Julian chuckling and crying at the same time.

He looked at Susan who was sound asleep and said softly, "Susan, how could I have forgotten your birthday?"

Susan mumbled and continued sleeping in a different position, so he did not know if she heard what he said. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

A deep light flashed in Julian’s eyes.

He lowered his head and lightly kissed her forehead.

Blurred with a fever, Susan only felt her body heating u p. She seemed to have heard Julian's chatter and felt like she replied a sentence or two, but she did not know what they were about. 1

She only sensed someone taking care of her while the cooling sensation on her forehead felt good.

Who was this person?

Susan wanted to open her eyes but her eyelids were heavy. No matter how hard she tried, she could not open her eyes.

By the time Susan woke up, it was already the next morning. Her body felt much lighter now. Taking in the sunlight from the open window, she felt rejuvenated.

She just felt a little hungry...

When she got up and walked out of the room, to her surprise, she noticed someone getting busy in the kitchen.

She vaguely remembered Isla being chased out.

'Then, who's in the kitchen? It can't be CEO Shaw, can i t?'

Susan walked over briskly, and when she saw that person, shock flickered across her eyes.

"You...you are?”

There was a strange and kind-looking lady in the kitchen.

"Ah, Missus, you’re awake!” The lady wiped her hands with a smile and said, “Young Master said you're sick and must be taken care of. He had something urgent a t the office and needed to attend to it, so he specifically asked me to take care of you. You can call me Mama Jean."

"Mama Jean!" Susan shouted all of a sudden.

No wonder she felt like someone had taken care of her the entire night, leaving her wondering who it was. Thinking back, it should have been Mama Jean.

Before this, she thought that Julian had taken care of her. She really was disoriented.

"Missus, I have cooked some porridge. Since you're awake, come and have some." Mama Jean smiled and offered her a bowl of porridge.

While eating the porridge, Susan responded, "Mama Jean, thank you for taking care of me."

"I didn't really take care of you. I just made some porridge," Mama Jean replied with a smile.

"Mama Jean, you don't have to be so courteous. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn't have known what to do. Sorry for the trouble," Susan said sincerely.

"It wasn’t that troublesome..." Mama Jean shook her head. She had only been at the Shaw residence for less than an hour and the only thing she did was cook the porridge which was not that difficult. 1

It was Julian who had taken care of Susan for the entire night. In the morning, he rushed back to the office, looking tired.

However, that was between the husband and wife. As a servant, she did not have to say much. She only had t o carry out her duties wholeheartedly.