The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 65 Etiquette Does Not Work Either

"When I was in university, I was... Then, I became..." Seth continued to blabber on and on.

Jacob paid him no heed as he continued to enjoy his meal.

"Is your friend... Won’t he feel tired?" Susan took a look at the clock and realized that Seth had been talking for almost 30 minutes straight.

"He is used to it," Julian replied calmly.

Susan did not know what to say. This was the first time she came across a man who could talk so much i n her life.

All of a sudden, Jacob put down his spoon and fork." Are you finally going to accept me as your apprentice?" Seth's eyes shone as he exclaimed, a triumphant expression flashed across his face. After all, nobody would say no to him when he played his trump card by talking nonstop.

Just when Seth thought Jacob was about to say something to him, he looked straight at Susan and said, "I'm full."

"Good job, Jacob," Susan responded with a smile and planted a kiss on his cheek. 1

Jacob grinned back in return. Then, just as he was about to return to his seat, Susan called out, "Don't sit

down after eating, Jacob."

Jacob nodded obediently. He stood beside the desk, picked up a newspaper, and started reading it.

Seth was stunned. He turned to Susan and stammered, "Susan, your brother...”

Susan cast Seth a wry smile before explaining, "I'm sorry, but my brother has a screw loose in his brain. H e is like a kid, so I'm certain that he did not get anything that you told him."

"I see," replied Seth. He threw a gaze towards Jacob's direction, a hint of surprise crossed his face.

He believed in what Susan had said. After all, she had no reason to make such a thing up. Although Jacob was extraordinarily gifted, he was flawed. Perhaps this was what they used to say, "When God gives you something, He will take another thing away from you."

"I see you didn't eat much just now. The food has turned cold, let me warm them up for you," said Susan softly.

"It's okay. I can eat like this," answered Seth. As he set his eyes on the last Buffalo wing, Julian beat him to it.

Then, he began enjoying the wings gracefully as Seth watched on in bewilderment.

"You, you, you..." Seth looked at him, still surprised at what had just transpired, "I’m your guest, Julian! Is this how you treat your guest?” "Susie made these Buffalo wings. You’re not qualified t o eat them," Julian said expressionlessly.

Seth broke out in rage, "Why am I not qualified to eat the Buffalo wings that Susan made?"

However, Julian was not going to answer that question. He took his time and leisurely finished the Buffalo wing.

Taking on a hurt expression, Seth turned to Susan and whined his grievance, "Susan, your husband is bullying me. Can't you do something about it?"

Susan cleared her throat to dismiss her embarrassment. Then, she replied, "I'll make it for you again the next time you come."

Seth was moved. Tears began to well in his eyes as he said, "You’re so nice, Susan. You're too good for Julian. He doesn't deserve you. Actually, I'm pretty handsome as well. Besides, I'm young and promising, so why don't you..."

"Keep your mouth shut and finish your meal," glowered Julian as he stuffed a piece of lobster into Seth's mouth, pushing the rest of Seth's sentence to his stomach pit.

By the time Seth finished chewing the lobster, he lifted his head and saw Julian was looking at him with another piece in his hand. Not wanting to choke t o his death, he put his hand up in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll keep quiet starting from now on." 1

It was only then that Julian smiled and put down his fork.

Susan let out a chuckle after she witnessed the fun interaction between Julian and Seth. This was the first time she saw Julian being so mischievous and fun around people.

After they filled their stomachs, Seth continued his quest to conquer Jacob with his tongue. However, it seemed that he had finally met his Waterloo. No matter how much he talked to him, he just gave him the cold shoulder.

"I surrender, Susan. Your brother is just like a brick wall. No matter how much I talk to him, he just won't give me any response," Seth sighed dejectedly.

Blinking her eyes, Susan had no answer towards that remark. It took her quite a while to piece together a reply. Putting on a serious expression, she said, "Well, actually, I'm quite impressed that you can keep it up for so long. After all, not everyone can talk to a wall."

Seth was stumped. He did not feel comforted at all.

"Alright, it’s almost 9 pm, you can get lost now," Julian said after he took a look at the clock, the hint of annoyance was thick in his voice. 1

"I just did you a big favor, and you're chasing me away? Do you know how hard it is to dig up something about Richard Jenkins, you ungrateful son of a b*tch?” Seth snarled.

'Richard Jenkins?' Susan stifled a glance at Julian.

'Did Julian ask Seth to investigate Richard?' This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

As if he sensed her eyes, Julian returned a soothing gaze of his own. After that, he rose to his feet and dragged Seth towards the door.

"Let go of me, you b*st*rd! Ahh! Goodbye Susan, see you tomorrow!"

"Alright, get the hell out of my house,” said Julian as h e hurled Seth onto the ground before his car.

"Can you behave more like a civilized person and less like an uncultivated baboon? You're the CEO of a company, you know?" said Seth as he dusted his clothes. Then, he leaned closer to Julian and whispered, "Did you notice Susan’s expression when I mentioned Richard Jenkins just now?"

Throwing him a sidelong glance, Julian complimented, "Not bad. You're quite an observer."

A proud grin hopped onto Seth's lips as he replied," You bet. Just so you know, I'm..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, Julian interjected, "Next time, don't talk about Richard Jenkins in front of Susie."

"B-But why?" Seth asked as disbelief filled his voice.

"Richard Jenkins is dead. I guess you will receive the news soon once the Jenkins return from Bali," Julian said in response.

"Richard Jenkins is dead?" Seth exclaimed. He had never expected this at all. Then, something crossed his mind and his expression turned serious. He pressed on and asked the question on his

mind, "But what has it got to do with Susan?"

"Someone is trying to blame Richard Jenkins' death o n Susan,” Julian responded calmly.

"Now I get it," Seth said as he had already figured it all out. "So that's the reason you asked me to look into Richard Jenkins's health report. Then, what about the mistress? You think that she is the breakthrough point?"

"Yes." Julian nodded, then continued, "I'm going to send more people after her and see if I can get more information."

"You don't have as many connections as I do in this aspect. How about this? I'll help you watch over that mistress, and I'll let you know once I get any news," Seth said, offering his help.

Julian did not refuse his help. He nodded in assent." I'll leave it to you then."

He did not thank Seth. After all, the word "thank" was not needed in their friendship.

"Leave it to me. By the way," Seth moved on as a flattering smile appeared on his face, "I'm very interested in the mobile operating system that Jacob i s doing, so if possible, can I..."

Julian gave him a speechless look. "Fine, fine, fine. You can come whenever you want, but remember, don't touch Susan."

"What the? When did I touch Susan? All I did was shake her hand. This is called etiquette, you know? You boorish barbarian."

"I don't care. No means no. Don't come to my house if you can't abide by that rule," Julian stated stubbornly, causing Seth to roll his eyes.

"Look at you. You are not the Julian Shaw that I know anymore. I'm sure I won’t become like you after I get married."

"TH see to it, then. Remember what you said today. Now, get lost!" Julian sneered as he kicked Seth's butt.

"F*ck you, Julian! Why would I have a friend like you? Argh! Stop it! Stop it now! Argh!"

The night was filled with Seth’s cries.