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

Chapter 67 Richard Jenkins' Funeral

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.

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"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. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

'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.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat. Then, she explained to Seth about her brother's strange behavior, "I'm sorry, Seth. My brother is pretty stubborn when it comes to certain things."

Seth did not know what to say. He could feel Jacob’s gaze boring into him. In the end, he gave in and rose t o his feet, saying, "Fine, fine, fine, I'll go wash my

hands right now."

It was only after he washed his hands that Jacob resumed eating his breakfast.

Julian had already finished his share. He wiped his mouth gracefully and said, "Everything has its own vanquisher, and it seems that you've finally met yours."

Seth rolled his eyes. "I'm just being the bigger person here and not arguing with him."

"Oh? A bigger person? Which part of you is big?" Julian replied, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Seth quickly retaliated, "What do you mean by that, Julian?!..."

However, before he could finish his rant, Julian interrupted, "Alright, it’s time for me to go."

Then, he turned towards Susan and said, "Susie, if he’s too noisy, just chase him out."

Susan closed her mouth and stifled a laugh.

Seth grew even more agitated. "What do you mean I'm too noisy? Do you know how many people wish for me to go and bother them? You ungrateful..."

Julian paid no mind to him and left the house.

"Susan, you must help me. He's gone too far this time, I ...” Seth began throwing a tantrum toward Susan.

Susan just smiled and listened. The silver lining was that Seth was soon attracted to Jacob when he saw the latter sit down in front of his laptop. He took a chair and sat behind Jacob.

Chuckling, Susan turned around and went into the kitchen. She wanted to bake some cookies for the duo.

Just when she finished all her preparations and walked out of the kitchen, her phone rang. She picked the call, and Charlotte's voice wafted out. She sounded nervous.

"Susan, if there's still a little conscience left in you, then come to my house right now!"

"What happened?" Susan’s heart made a somersault under the cage.

"My brother has regained his memory! He cannot accept the fact that you killed our dad and he has been starving himself since three days ago! I would never have come to you if I had another way, but I’m at my wit's end. If you don't come now, he will starve himself to death!" Charlotte began to cry. "I know that this is because he loves you too much. Maybe you can make him eat again. I've never begged anyone before, but Susan, I'm begging you now. Please help him."

Susan's mind was a muddled mess. She quickly said," Okay, I’ll come right away." 1

After she hung up the call, she turned to Seth, "I'm sorry, Seth. I've something to do and I need to go out now."

"It's okay. I'll make myself home. You just go do whatever you have to do," Seth waved his hand.

"Brother, help me take care of Seth,” Susan instructed Jacob. She then picked up her purse and darted towards the door.

"Miss?” Mama Jean hastily came forward, "Where are you going?"

"I'll be back soon.” Susan did not say anything. She took the key and went out. 2

Julian had given her a low-key car so that she could use it whenever she wanted to go out. She knew where the Jenkins' house was, so she beelined towards it.

She reckoned that Luke’s condition must be very serious now. Otherwise, a proud girl like Charlotte would never lower herself and beg her.

In any case, she could not allow anything to happen to Luke.