The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife
Chapter 423 Last Night Was Tiring

Julian smirked, then sat down at the dining table with Susan in his embrace, picked up a bowl of porridge, and started to feed Susan as though he was feeding a child. Susan was a little embarrassed at first, but Julian insisted, so she started eating slowly.

Madam Shaw was displeased as soon as she saw the scene. She complained, but at the same made it sound like she was talking to herself. "All her limbs seem intact, but she can't move, huh?"

The awkwardness of the situation struck Susan hard.

When Madam Shaw had not lived there, nobody had cared about what she and Julian did at home, but Madam Shaw and Willa were there now, so it seemed a little uncomfortable.

Susan wanted to jump off Julian's thighs, but Julian held her down and said with a smirk, "Don't move.

Last night was too tiring for you."

Too tiring, too tiring, too tiring...

Susan blushed so much that steam was about to come out of her ears and nose.

Madam Shaw rolled her eyes as she was left speechless.

Willa was smiling, but her long nails were slowly digging into her palms.

Why?

Why did Julian and Susan still look as loving as if they were not affected by the incident at the hotel at all?

That should not be the case!

Hadn't Su Xiao received the photos? 2

That was impossible!

Not only had she gotten someone to send the photos t 0 Susan, but she had also gotten someone to keep watch at the front desk of the hotel, just to make sure that someone would come to inquire about the guests of the presidential suite. The person who had approached the front desk of the hotel secretly had been either Susan or someone sent by her. Regardless of these possibilities, Susan should already know that Julian had spent the night with her.

This was how she reacted to such a serious matter?

Thinking about it from another angle, if her husband had gotten caught having an affair with another woman, she would have killed the woman while being hysterical.

Now that she knew that her scheme had failed, Willa's face could not help but look increasingly gloomier.

Should she consider Susan a forgiving person, or should she consider her an idiot?

Even if Susan knew that there was something going on between her and Julian, she would not dare to make a fuss over it?

Yes, that should be the reason.

Willa calmed down as she thought about it.

Julian's identity was getting more and more valuable each day, and although Susan was the daughter of the Wrights, she herself was just an insignificant interior designer.

It was very common for people with money and power to have affairs.

Therefore, even if Susan doubted Julian, she would not dare fall out with him. She could only choose to tolerate it.

Heh... It was really sad to see a woman like Susan depend on a man for everything.

Willa scoffed, a glint of mockery flashing in her eyes. She might have miscalculated this time.

However, if Susan thought that pretending to be magnanimous would secure her position as Mrs. Shaw, she was wrong.

"Madam, your medication is ready." A servant came out of the kitchen with a tiny bowl of Chinese medicine.

Madam Shaw, who had already gotten used to it, responded, took the medicine, and drank it

immediately.

"Madam, are you feeling ill?" Willa asked out of concern.

Madam Shaw wiped the corners of her lips gracefully and then said, "It's nothing. It's an old problem of mine. I don't know what's going on with my head, but it hurts badly from time to time. I went to several hospitals for examinations, but they couldn't replace anything. Later on, I went to a few traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and they gave me a prescription that was quite effective when I took it repeatedly."

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"Migraines, huh? That's really tricky." Willa smiled." I'm quite good at giving massages. If you don't mind, I can try." 1

"Oh my, would this bother you?" Madam Shaw could not help but say.

"It's nothing." Willa stood up and started massaging Madam Shaw gently.

Madam Shaw's expression looked a lot better at once.

Willa's technique was really superb. After a few strokes, she felt the depressing sensation of stagnation in her head become a lot lighter.

"Ms. Doyle, your skills are incredible!" Madam Shaw exclaimed in surprise. "There was also a person who gave me massages in the past, but her skills were far inferior to yours."

The person that Madam Shaw had brought up was naturally Isabelle Shelby.

Isabelle's massaging technique had not been bad, but it had been mediocre. Once Willa started massaging her, it felt like she was an absolute master. She and Isabelle were incomparable. Willa smiled. "If you like it, I can massage you every day from now on."

"That's not an appropriate thing to ask of you," Madam Shaw said despite being tempted.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'll be disturbing you all for a while, so such puny things are nothing compared to that," Willa replied with a smile.

When she said she would be disturbing them for a while, Julian understood deep down that Willa would be staying there to treat Susan.

He already owed Willa a favor to begin with. Now that his mother's migraine treatment would be relying on her too, he would owe her another favor.

Julian could not help but squint. This favor was a really difficult one to pay back.

He had to replace an opportunity to thank her privately. 3

"If you are comfortable, I can continue for a while," Willa said while continuing the massage.

It was so relaxing that Madam Shaw had closed her eyes.

Upon seeing Madam Shaw's relaxed expression, Susan had an idea.

It was not optimal that she and Madam Shaw were constantly in a stalemate. Madam Shaw would never yield, so she could only submit to her. She did not expect to be as close to Madam Shaw as a mother and daughter. She just wanted both of them to live in peace.

After lunch, Julian went to the company, while Madam Shaw and Chessie left to each have a nap.

Susan and Willa were the only ones left in the living room.

Susan gazed at Willa with some embarrassment but still approached her in the end.

"Mrs. Shaw, how can I help?" Willa glanced at Susan with a smile.

Susan bit her lower lip and then mumbled bashfully," Ms. Doyle, I... I have a request. Of course, it's just a request. It's okay if you feel uncomfortable with it. You can always reject it if it bothers you." "Mrs. Shaw, do let me know what you are referring to," Willa said.

"Here's the thing." Susan cleared her throat and then continued. "Mom seems to love your massages, but you'll have to leave sooner or later, so there'll be no relief if mom gets headaches in the future. Can you teach me your technique?"

Willa glanced at Susan, her eyes looking bizarre.

Susan immediately felt embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I guess this was too abrupt. Your skills should not be taught to outsiders, right?"

Willa could not help but chuckle. "Some things cannot be passed on, but this massaging technique is not one of them. If you wish to learn, I can teach you at any time."

"Really? Thank you so much." Susan's face was glimmering with joy.

"Of course." Willa nodded with a smile. "You can come to me whenever you're free."

"What about now?" Susan's eyes lit up slightly.