The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife
Chapter 313 A Slap Too Swift

After the little episode with the cigarettes, Marshal Wright was Marshal Wright no more. He insisted on chatting the night away with Jacob and Julian, asking repeatedly about events from Susan's childhood to when she had grown up.

As they chatted, Julian served them an exquisite wine that he had been keeping. The men then complemented their chatter with the liquor.

After a few glasses, George flushed a little as he stuttered, "You guys... just wait. I'll tell Rosie tomorrow to come back to the family officially with me."

"I don't think she'll agree," Jacob said casually.

With a slap on his lap, George made a glare. "Not agreeing? That's not for her to say. I have the last say with the Wrights. She has to listen to me... since she's my daughter."

George's brazen but drunken words only earned him eye rolls from the rest.

It was midnight when George dragged himself to rest in the guest room.

Despite drinking a little too much last night, Marshal Wright's circadian rhythm from years of training still woke him up early the next morning.

He pulled Oliver along to a five-kilometer run outside after having Mama Jean's hangover soup.

"This can't do, kid. Your speed seems to be slower now." George side-eyed Oliver. "I wonder if your martial art skill suffers as well?"

"We can try it out?" Oliver raised his brow.

"Oh ho, are you challenging your father?" George snickered and did a flying kick.

He was in his fifties or sixties now, but his kick packed a punch.

Not daring to take it lightly, Oliver countered with caution.

The father and son then sparred in the yard, but George was older after all, and he could barely keep up after a few exchanges.

"Heh heh, Oliver's winning." A crisp voice rang suddenly.

George widened his eyes when he turned around. Who knew when it was, but Susan and the others were gathered at the door watching them.

It was fine to lose to his son if Rosie was not watching, but how could he lose now as a father when she was here!

George caught Oliver's fist and said softly, "Quick, make it look like you lose."

"The Wright family motto is that one cannot goof around during a sparring," Oliver retorted just as softly.

"The family motto will be edited from this moment onward," George said without hesitation.

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Dad, I have my pride to maintain too. Rosie's watching."

"Your pride, you say? Let me talk to the troop and wipe off all your ranks!" Marshal Wright smirked.

"Why are you so mean? I'm your son." Oliver was helpless.

"Try me," George challenged impassively.

To perform well in front of his daughter, his son was not important.

"Fine!" Oliver gritted his teeth. With several blunders made, he was struck with a punch on his chest from his father.

Oliver collapsed on the ground naturally while George overlooked him with a faint expression. "Oh, Oliver, you're still lacking. You're so young, but why can't you even win against an old man like me? I only used part of my strength just now but you can't be blamed. After all, I was indomitable in Canada when I was young. You have the power, but you lack experience. Like the punch just now, your angle wasn't right..." 1

While George was acting wise and almighty, Anna's crisp voice rang again. "Dad, that's shameless. Oliver was so obvious when he gave in just now. Do you think we're blind?"

Awkward!

George could not help glaring at Anna. "What do you know! No nonsense."

"Pft." Anna made a funny face at her father.

Not being able to do anything to her, George coughed and looked at Susan. "Rosie, your sister's spewing nonsense, don't listen to her. With your brother's performance, he has to practice for at least another eight to ten years to be able to overtake me."

Susan could not help the chuckle that escaped her when she hummed looking at how earnest George was trying to prove himself.

Hearing Susan's chuckle, George was over the moon. He was so happy that he did not even know where to put his hands.

"George Wright, stop standing there like a dummy. Come here. I talked to Susie about a lot of things last night. I have something to tell you," Luna said after rolling her eyes.

"What is it?" The man scuttled over to his wife.

Taking in the scene, Julian could not help recalling the bold remarks George made last night.

"I have the final say in the Wrights."

Yup, indeed.

"Susie's already gotten used to her life here and she's pregnant. Before she gives birth, she'll stay in Ningcheng," Luna said directly.

"As she should. She has to take care of herself and her baby in peace and ease." George nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"And Susie likes her name, Susan Shelby. Stop calling her Rosie. She's Susan Shelby all the way," Luna continued to say.

"Uh, sure she can keep her name, but are we changing her family name to Wright..." George started in hesitation.

"Is the family name more important or our daughter more important?" Luna glared at him.

"Our daughter of course! The family name is nothing! Susie can be Susan Shelby or Susan Whelby if she wants, it doesn't matter," George chorused immediately.

Julian was reminded of another Marshal Wright's boast.

"She has to listen to me since she's my daughter."

Yup, a slap to the face, swift like a tornado.

"Okay, Susie, all done. I told you your father won't dare to oppose." Luna looked nonchalant. It was a difference of heaven and earth between her rosy cheeks now and her pale face when she just came. After a night of discussion, Susan was finally less estranged from her parents, but she still felt that there was a layer of some sort between her and the Wrights. She could not completely feel close to them. She merely nodded with a smile.

Luna first sighed in her heart when she saw Susan's response before she cheered herself up. Whatever it was, they had a good start as their daughter was willing to accept their presence. She would take care of and guard Susan. One day, she would hear Susan calling her mom.

With Susan waiting for her labor in Ningcheng City and Luna finally reuniting with her, the latter insisted to stay by her side, so Anna stayed as well.

George and Oliver had matters to tend to in the military, so they were prepared to leave the next day.

"Susie, I'm leaving then." George looked at Susan with almost a pitiful look.

He really could not bear to part with his daughter who he had found after so much painstaking effort. It was just that his identity disallowed him from going everywhere.

Susan nodded. Seeing that Marshal Wright was still staring at her longingly, she hesitated for a beat before giving him a soft hug.

George shook from the emotions that raced through him.