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Chapter 241 An Agreement to a Non-sexual Marriage

Chapter 241 An Agreement to a Non-sexual Marriage

“Come on! Just a small back-streaming of blood. Do you need to exaggerate so much?” Susan

muttered.

Even without firm standing, easy admission could not be an option.

Of course, she must talk back.

“Thank Goodness! Manuel must be blessed this time. Do you know? If air slips into his vessel then it

might cause embolism. And that might kill him.” Justine said severely.

And she succeeded to scare Susan who didn’t expect that an easy drip might be fatal.

“Mum, no more scaring.” Manual tried to protect his fiancée and explained even by terms, “Generally

speaking, a certain degree of pressure inside the vein ensures the vein to fill with blood. And I was

lying when I received the drip. So my veins must be at a filling state, making no chance for any slipping

air, leaving alone being fatal. That’s just all about the shit of theory, not realistic.”

Justine got a bit helpless for puzzling what was wrong to arouse Susan’s guilt.

Susan was but a fool who could be easily swindled.

She did be scared by Justine very first but now convinced by Manuel.

Though convinced, she felt bewildered about their dialogues.

She was as ignorant as a goat to them.

What were they talking about?

“More than that, it’s me who sent her to bed.” Manuel added, “I wanted to take care of the drip by self,

but I went asleep. That’s not her fault, so stop blaming her.”

“No matter what, you are always her backer!” Justine found no more to say.

Puckering her lips, Susan did agree with Justine that Manuel were always her firm supporter.

“The party is ready. And you can dress up and go downstairs.”

“Ok”Manuel nodded.

Before her leaving. Justine turned back to Susan and threatened, “I don’t want this to happen again!”

The treat sounded so irritating that Susan felt wronged.

Since from Justine married to her father, Susan used to bully her.

When did their roles exchange for each other?

Now she became unsure if she was wrong to encourage their divorcement.

This old woman was obviously not what she was.

She felt irritated but could only swallow it down.

“Susan, it’s over.” Manuel reminded her no need to press his back of palm.

Susan released right away.

For Manuel didn’t deserve her kind.

She spotted a large bruise pasting on the back of his hand.

That seemed badly painful.

Manuel noticed her sight sticking to his hand.

He comforted, “That doesn’t hurt.”

Biting her lip, she kept silent.

“Susan, give me a hand, please.” Manuel continued as usual.

He could always find out a way to be with her in harmony, no matter how she was angry at him, and

given the fact he learned so well that she disliked him.

Susan would have refused his request but changed her mind at the sight of that dreadful bruise.

She bent down and held him up in all her effort.

How come such a slim man could weight that much?

She thought the man was only a bag of bones. But considering his height, for he was as tall as a

lighting pole, only his bones might weigh more than a hundred kilogram.

As seeing the girl in front possibly running out of her strain and worry the patient might fall to the

ground, the doctor rushed to give a helper hand.

Finally, Manuel loaded himself into the wheeler safely.

“Let’s go, Susie.” He invited.

“Can you please call me Ms. Susan Phillips?” Susan was irritated by his invitation.

She must go chagrin whenever she showed any kind to him, even just a little.

“Ms Susan Phillips.” Manuel followed.

But that sounded more awkward.

But maybe she would get used to it time by time.

Susie was too intimate for them.

Then she pushed him to the dining hall.

This was a small party with less people.

Actually dinner was the only agenda for tonight, and the quests might leave after meal.

Pushing Manuel’s wheeler ahead, Susan passed the head table and directly came to the one in which

Oscar and Harrison sat.

They just arrived in fact.

“Harrison, the cocktail on you is not the one I saw, right?” The detective Susan yelled.

Her keen eyes did surprise her friend.

The cocktail dress that she ordered from the shop looked almost same as the one she dressed this

noon, but just with some different details. However, Susan noticed it just at a glance.

“Well, girl, tell me what happened this afternoon?” Susan teased.

“Well, the dish looks quiet delicious, just enjoy it?” Harrison replied with a flush.

Susan made a meaningful smile.

Her teasing smile put Harrison into chagrin with nothing she could explain.

“How could you look as if you know everything while you not? Actually I am still a virgin.” She thought.

But she failed to transform her thought into words and release them out.

After all, honor deserved silence.

This was some sort of pleasant feast.

Susan had a talent to crush any embarrassment in any case.

“Well, Oscar. As I know, Harrison has a pair of functional hands. So why do you serve as if she was a

handicapped?” Susan was tired of Oscar’s courtesy.

According to the rumor, Oscar Wells was a fickle.

He had so many lovers that he lost count.

And each of his affairs could not survive for 3 months.

So did he really fall in love with Harrison?

If not, why did he look like an obedient and caring husband? Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“She got a laborious day.” Oscar said without a thought.

He did find a perfect excuse before Harrison replied.

“Did you mean that she works so hard and gets so tired that she barely pick her food?” Susan sniffed.

Oscar suddenly put down his sticks and held up Harrison’s hand.

The scenario gave Susan the goose bumps.

Then Oscar pressed a kiss on Harrison’s palm.

Harrison numbed with that kiss for a while.

Was there something wrong with him?

“Honey, you must wear out.” Oscar said with a coquettish smile.

Susan felt a sudden shivering for that smile and said, “That’s enough! What could a hand do to wear

itself out?”

As she said, she realized what he meant all of a sudden.

She stared at Harrison whose face was as flush as blood.

“You will be fully learned after tonight.” Oscar said surely

Harrison withdrew her hand from that unabashed man’s.

“What kind of terror story you were talking about? I won’t let it happen in all my life.” Susan yelled out

even without a thought for what she meant to Manuel.

The man who was enjoying the dish made a slight stop.

But soon he resumed as normal after break.

“Well, Susan,” Harrison stopped her and said, “It’s too early to make a final judgment. Don’t rush for

any conclusion before the real end comes. Now take some food and get back home as early as

possible.”

Susan could only seal her mouth.

She was annoyed for Harrison was always on Manuel’s side.

After all, she was not treating him.

Her approval for the marriage did not mean to sleep with the groom.