Chapter 459
Caleb didn't push it and let her go. As he pulled up the blanket, Susan yanked it away, covering herself, eyes blazing with anger and embarrassment.
Caleb's body heat cooled a bit. He'd lost control earlier.
He was a man, after all, and wanting his woman was normal. But it wasn't just desire; he craved closeness.
Caleb always respected Susan, never forcing her, always careful. If he just wanted a woman, he wouldn't need to try so hard.
She still had feelings for him, at least physically. They'd been intimate so many times; he knew her body well. Even if it was just for a moment, she had accepted him earlier.
But that was enough.
Caleb needed to stop.
He didn't want to really anger her.
He gently reminded her, "Remember to have dinner."
"I'd rather starve than eat your food," Susan snapped.
"Then I'll have our son feed you."
Susan's anger flared even more.
"Don't think about throwing it away. If I find out, I'll tell our son," Caleb chuckled, a slight smirk on his handsome face, which Susan found infuriating.
"Get out!" Susan threw a pillow at him.
Caleb caught it and put it back on the bed. "Eat and rest early. Good night."
The moment the door shut, Susan secured it, swiftly changed her clothes, and even donned her undergarments.
She glared at the dinner for a while, then picked up the utensils and took a fierce bite of the meat.
A little past seven in the morning.
Susan stepped out of her room and bumped into Caleb in the hallway.
He was dressed casually today, in a light wool sweater, off-white, looking gentle.
"Good morning."
Susan ignored him, not giving him a pleasant look.
At 6'3", Caleb blocked her with one step. "Have breakfast first."
"Move."
"Then I'll bring it to your room?"
"Aren't you annoying? Don't you know you're very irritating?"
Caleb teased, "When a woman says 'irritating'..."
"It means irritating."
He laughed, showing a set of nice white teeth, dazzling.
Susan was furious. She blamed her younger self for being deceived by his handsome face, wasting her youth.
Pushing Caleb aside, Susan opened the door to the next room.
"Sweetie, just one more sip," Mia was smiling as she fed Oliver.
"It's really sweet and delicious."
"What are you feeding him?" Susan quickly approached.
Aidan was displeased. "What's with your tone? As if we're poisoning him."
Mia's attitude was much better. "Just some broth."
"His stomach is still weak; he can't have greasy food."
"It's stewed ribs, not greasy."
Susan snatched the broth. "Can you stop making decisions on your own?"
Mia's face showed displeasure, holding back her discontent.
"Do you think harming him once wasn't enough?"
"Ms. Wilson, Mr. Oliver Eilish's stomach has recovered a lot. He should be getting some meat protein now," the doctor interjected.
With the doctor backing him up, Aidan immediately said, "Did you hear that? You don't understand and keep feeding my grandson things with no nutrition."
"He's your man, of course, he's siding with you."
"You... you're unreasonable," Aidan pointed at her angrily.
"Mom, relax. The broth is really good," Oliver said, holding her with soft, chubby hands.
'How could it be good? It was clearly a drug,' Susan thought.
She didn't want to stay another second. "When can we leave?"
"Given the current situation, at least another week," the doctor replied.
"Are you kidding me? You said three days last time."
The doctor looked a bit guilty. "Well... the situation has changed."
"You're just stalling for time."
"No, no, Mom, I felt a bit uncomfortable in my stomach this morning," Oliver said, holding his tummy.
"I'll take you to the hospital," Susan said urgently.
"It's not that serious, just a bit stuffy. Mom, don't worry. The bed here is big, and the blanket is soft and thick. I slept very well."
Susan frowned. "Are you saying you don't sleep well at home?"
Aidan snorted, "Of course not. Your whole apartment isn't worth one of my mattresses. How can it be the same? You're just mistreating my grandson."
"You..."
"Mom, can I stay and rest for another week?" Oliver pleaded, shaking her hand.
Susan felt very uncomfortable. In just a few days, Oliver had not only accepted these people but also sided with them. Would he soon not want her anymore? Her face turned pale.
"Mom."
The sadness in Susan's eyes evoked some sympathy from Mia, something only a mother could understand.
Children were a mother's life. Their actions were indeed a bit heartless.
Mia's tone softened as she persuaded, "I know you have a lot of issues with us, but let's prioritize Oliver. Since the doctor suggests he stay for another week, let's stay. You're here anyway, and you can help take care of him."
Susan almost choked on her anger.
Taking care of her own son was "helping"? And who wanted to stay in this place?
In front of her son, Susan held back from cursing, but they kept pushing it, making her more and more fed up.
Susan's assistant called at that moment.
After two consecutive calls, Susan had to step aside. "What's so urgent?"
"Ms. Wilson, that café project you assigned me earlier went sideways. The client showed up with a group of people and got into a fight with the workers."
Susan frowned. 'Why did this have to happen now?'
"Should we call the police?" the assistant asked anxiously.
"Don't call the police; it will affect the company's reputation. I'll come over now."
"Okay, please hurry."
Susan hung up the phone and turned to her son. "I have to go out for a bit."
"Your son is sick, and you still have the mood to go out? Can we trust you? Luckily, we're here to take care of him. Go ahead, and don't come back," Aidan said.
Susan gave Aidan a cold look.
"Mom, you can go. I'll wait for you."
"Don't eat anything strange. I'll be back soon."
"Okay, I know."
In the hallway.
"Where are you going?" Caleb asked, holding breakfast, seeing her rushing out.
"None of your business."
Caleb grabbed her. "Are you going out?"
Susan glared at him defensively. "Where I go is none of your business. I'm not your prisoner."
"Susan."
"Let go." Susan shook him off forcefully.
She walked out quickly, wondering how to get a cab. Caleb caught up from behind.
"I'll drive you."
"I can get a cab myself."
"It's hard to get a cab here. You seem to be in a hurry; don't waste time. I happen to be going out too. Just consider it a ride."