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Chapter 122 Taking Susan Home

Chapter 122 Taking Susan Home

Inside the car, it could be only heard Susan's upset voice.

At first she said righteously, but then she was just crying.

The person on the other end of the phone should be in a hurry, but Susan just didn't tell him where she

was.

Finally, she hung up the phone.

Then she lay on the window glass, like an abandoned puppy, looking pitiful.

The car arrived at Phillips Manor.

Manuel got out of the car first. After he opened the door for a long time, Susan didn't get off yet.

It was a private car of the Emperor Club, which was specially used to drive customers back.

Susan didn't get out of the car, which apparently embarrassing the driver.

Manuel hesitated, but still went to Susan's side to open the door.

Susan leaned on the car seat and closed her eyes. There were tears in the corners of her eyes. She

slept so sound.

Sometimes Manuel felt that Susan didn't care about anything, yet sometimes she was so sensitive.

Manuel picked her up and walked into the house.

Susan moved her body uncomfortably. When Manuel thought she was awake, he saw that she

stopped, as if she had just found a more comfortable position to lie quietly in his arms.

It was late at night and it was quiet in Phillips Manor.

Manuel went upstairs as quietly as possible, trying not to make too much noise to disturb the others.

Then he put Susan on her large bed.

After that, he was about to leave.

Suddenly, his neck was hooked by Susan's hands.

Susan opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her with blurred eyes. Then she said, "Do

you want to kiss me?"

Manuel swallowed.

"I wanna kiss you." Susan said with soft voice and a coquettish look.

No men could refuse such a charm.

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He looked up slightly.

Then he saw Susan raising her head with the supporting of his neck.

She was approaching his lips.

Manuel's heart was pounding crazily and his head was bedlam at a point.

The temperature in the room was rising little by little.

Approaching, they two clung to each other so closely.

A lot of things could happen in the next second.

"Henry..." Susan murmured, calling out the name of the other man.

It was not him.

It seemed that all of Manuel's impulses were extinguished by a basin of cold water.

He was so disappointed.

Then he stood up.

Susan seemed a little dissatisfied, "Henry..."

"I'm not Henry." Manuel said indifferently.

Susan was still in a somewhat confused state.

It was as if she didn't hear what the person in front of her said.

"I'm Manuel."

Hearing it, Susan woke up.

Then she fixed her eyes on the man in front of her.

She was looking at the man standing by her bed and adjusting his clothes, and she realized that she

was not dreaming just now.

The last thing she could remember was that she was so sad and then went to the dance floor to dance.

But how she left? She totally forgot it. She seemed to remember that she called Henry, but she didn't

remember what she said. Because she called Henry, so it took for granted that she thought the person

who had just been with her was Henry...

Manuel got dressed, turned and left.

In fact, without looking at Susan, he also knew how disgusted Susan would feel when she knew it was

him.

It was him who took advantage of this situation.

So he accepted all the disgust that Susan had for him.

He didn't explain anything.

"Manuel." Susan suddenly stopped him.

Manuel stopped, but didn't look back.

"Don't tell anyone about tonight." Susan was warning him.

"OK." Manuel agreed.

"I should not take it to heart." Susan said fiercely.

Manuel nodded and walked out.

Looking at Manuel's back, Susan was filled with anger and felt a sense of sickness.

She really didn't know if Manuel made her sick, or if she was drunk and wanted to throw up.

She quickly got up from the bed and rushed directly into the bathroom.

Then came the sound of vomiting.

Manuel came in and returned the phone to her.

When Susan was in his arms, she held the mobile phone in her hand. He was worried that she couldn't

hold it well, so he took it over and put it in his clothes pocket. As soon as he left the room, he found it,

so he came back to return it to her. Now, he heard her vomiting in the bathroom.

He indifferently put down the phone and left after closing the door for her.

Then he went back to his room and pushed the door in.

Turning around, he saw Justine, who was clearly waiting for him and sitting on the couch in his room.

She pulled a long face.

Manuel looked calm, "Haven't you slept yet?"

"Do you still like Susan?" Justine asked him.

Manuel didn't answer.

"Can't forget her in so many years?" Justine's face turned gloomy.

"No." Manuel denied, "She's just my sister."

"Sister? Then how could you two kiss like that just now?" Justine shouted at him.

She just saw it.

"We have nothing." Manuel denied it.

"If she didn't call out to Henry, were you sure that you wouldn't do something worse with her?"

"I'm also a man. If a woman seduces me like that, I will be impulsive." Manuel also said loudly.

Justine was stunned.

"It's late. Go to sleep." In the next second, Manuel calmed down.

Justine looked at Manuel, endured it, and got up from the couch. As she left, she said, "Susan doesn't

deserve you to love her so much."

"I know."

He knew it.

He shouldn't have loved her at all.

Justine left Manuel's room.

Then she saw a door at the end of the corridor suddenly slamming shut.

Susan took a deep breath, for she was almost found.

Leaning against the door, she felt somewhat irritated again.

Why did she have a feeling of being guilty?

She didn't mean to listen to their quarrel.