Chapter 300: Chapter 300

Susan looked and nodded, saying, "Yes."

Erin chuckled lightly, "Looking human, but always doing disgraceful things."

"Shawn brought her here?"

"No, she came with that person next to her. The two seemed to have had an argument in the car about this; Shawn didn’t want her to come."

"What is she really after? Can’t show her face, even if she marries Shawn later, she’ll still be seen as the third party who turned official."

Susan smiled, "Others are in true love."

"What nonsense true love is that? Shawn values money more. If he cared so much about Rowan, how could he let Rowan be second for profit and marry you? In the end, he’s just selfish. Not only is he selfish, he acts as if he’s the victim, like you’re forcing him to marry you."

Susan thought Erin’s words made sense but seeing Simon not far away, she warned, "Lower your voice, in case someone familiar hears."

"Someone who doesn’t care about honor won’t care about reputation either. Luckily, you’re good-tempered, Susan. If it were me, I would have turned everything upside down long ago."

Shannon just smiled and said, "I quite understand Susan. In an unhappy marriage, feeling like you have a small world of your own free from troubles, you don’t want to stir up trouble."

"Hey, do you want some wine?" Erin saw a waiter passing by with a tray of red wine and asked the question before grabbing two cups without waiting for their answers.

Shannon quietly sucked on her juice straw, saying, "I’d like to try, but I can’t drink."

Erin took a sip, making a show of tasting wine, saying, "It feels nice on the palate, fine wine indeed, Susan should try it."

Susan took the glass, sipped it, and frowned, saying, "The wine is too strong."

"And it’s strong? You should just drink juice with Shannon then."

Erin’s drinking capacity, many men can’t compete; red wine is just a beverage to her.

She drank Susan’s cup along with her own.

When a waiter passed by, she grabbed another cup, but before she could put it on the table, another hand took the cup, and the three women looked towards the owner of that hand, hearing Zane say, "Drink less wine."

After saying that, he returned the cup to the tray and turned away, chatting with a man beside him.

Erin grumbled, "These men just look down on women."

Shannon mischievously said, "He’s just concerned about you; I think Zane is that kind of guy who doesn’t talk much but is secretly flirty inside."

Erin enthusiastically nodded in agreement, "He was like that in school! Always the cool guy! You ask him ten questions and he answers one. One time I went to his house to copy notes, he suddenly told me a dirty joke! You know how awkward I felt when I realized what happened? But he looked like he was just seriously explaining a math problem."

Then Erin eagerly talked about some of their school stories, making people feel both funny and sweetly youthful. Official source is NovєlFіre.net

The mentioned forgetting and letting go are merely statements to persuade oneself to let go of stubbornness and choose to be free. Those memories are vivid in the mind, and once mentioned, they flow endlessly.

Susan suddenly received a text message, glanced at the sender, and instinctively moved her phone screen away, fearing Erin and Shannon would see.

The message was from Simon, asking her to wait for him in the garden pavilion behind, saying he needed to talk.

Susan instinctively wanted to refuse, paused, and replied, asking: Is there something urgent?

He said: I have something I want to give you.

For some reason, chatting with Simon made her feel guilty, her heart raced, and the reason behind the accelerated heartbeat seemed to be more than just nervousness; there seemed to be something else she couldn’t quite explain.

"...Shannon, Rona, I’m going to the restroom."

"Alright, just walk straight and turn right, you’ll see it at the end of the corridor." Erin, who had been there once, kindly guided the way before continuing to chat with Shannon.

Susan indeed wanted to use the restroom, so she headed in that direction but unexpectedly encountered Shawn and Rowan at the restroom entrance, seemingly still arguing about something.

She merely glanced at them indifferently, as if they were strangers, and then entered the restroom.

After coming out, she tidied her makeup in the mirror beside the sink. Outside, the two were gone.

Then she stealthily found the pavilion Simon mentioned in the message.

Most of the guests were by the pool in front or in the hall, the garden area was quiet.

The pavilion was lit, and as she walked over, she saw the man standing alone inside.

Still feeling guilty, Susan glanced around to ensure no one was there before jogging over.

Hearing footsteps behind, Simon turned around to look at her, a gentle smile spreading on his face.

Susan appeared somewhat cautious and nervous, asking him, "Uncle, what do you want to talk about?"

Simon looked down at her; dressed formally, she seemed sexier than her usual girl-next-door appearance, enticing but not ostentatious.

Sleek black curls floated subtly in the night breeze, tempting one to touch.

He raised his hand to move her hair from her front shoulders to the back, Susan alertly sidestepped slightly, retreating half a step.

Simon retracted his hand, took a delicate box from his pocket, handed it to her, saying, "I thought it looked nice when I was on a business trip last time, so I bought it. But as a man, I don’t use this thing; I think it would look good on you."

Susan’s heartbeat sped up another notch, looking at his long fingers holding the small royal blue gift box as if it were a beautiful painting; momentarily lost, she then reached out to take the box, opening it gently to see the pearl earrings inside. They were uniquely designed and seemed rare, not something you could easily buy.

She looked at the box in her hand, remained silent for several seconds, then raised her head to ask him, "Why are you giving me something?"

Although she roughly knew the answer, asking this made her regret.

If he did say he liked her, she still wouldn’t know how to react.

Simon smiled, "Consider it a birthday gift, also to apologize for intruding at your house twice before."

The excuse was well-made, leaving Susan with no reason to refuse.

"Don’t you like it?" he asked.

Susan closed the box, clutching it in her palm, took a deep breath, saying, "I accept your apology, thank you for the gift, but there’s no need to do anything in the future...I am married."