After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 359 Share a Bed With Him

“No, thanks,” Manuel rejected. He kept waiting still in the wheeler, other than moving himself to the

sofa, for he wanted to reach there after Susan was back to her room.

Susan was irritated for no reason. Laying down the mop, she headed to Manuel with anger.

Manuel stared at her. Susan pushed him in to the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Manuel seized his words. And the room suddenly fell to quietness.

“Can you help yourself up to the bed?” Susan asked.

Anyway, the question was not for an answer but notice for him.

Manuel nodded.

“Then hurry up and let me sleep.” Susan laid herself to the bed as saying so.

She lied at one side, obviously allotting enough space for him. Of course, she turned her back to him.

Manuel watched her back, astonished. As he previously expected, Susan might leave the bed for him

and settle down herself in the sofa for a night. But out of his expectation, she slept onto his bed. It must

be a conspicuous lie that he was calm and peaceful. He managed to contain his excitement and

elbowed himself onto the bed.

There was only one duvet. Manuel moved to Susan slightly. But his movement drove her further

instinctively. So Manuel dared not to advance, even by a centimeter. He was afraid to expel Susan off

the bed due to his nearing.

The couple kept a great distance between which 2 people, at least, could make a good rest. The room

was occupied by silence.

What a quiet night for slumber.

But Manuel failed to meet his. She was so closed that he could not control the flame in his heart.

The great deal of toing and froing for the whole evening took it out of her who was easily caught by the

slumber.

She had prepared herself for a sleepless night, because of sharing a bed with the man she disliked.

But she overestimated herself. She set off her journey in the dream as soon as her eyes got closed.

Asleep, Susan had no idea that a man getting close to her, leaving alone that he ever held her up and

moved her to the bed center from the edge.

A warm hand slipped onto her lower abdomen.

The slumbering woman was wrapped by a touch of warm.

The dawn came.

Susan was awake earlier by her suffering stomach due to the pregnancy effect. She intended to dash

to the toilet as her eyes opened. But she stopped for a bit while as she was in shock when unfolding

the duvet.

Why did a man lied beside?

And she had a leg on the man’s waist, with her head resting on his arm. Had they been that intimate for

a whole night?

Damn it.

Susan rushed herself out of the bed before making a sprint to the bathroom. Then there was terrible

vomiting, turning her insides upside down. Manuel was awake as soon as he felt Susan beside him

wake up. Then, her vomiting was heard.

He sat up from the bed, moved to the wheeler and pushed himself to the bathroom.

Kneeling by the water closet, Susan was suffering from vomiting so seriously that it might only stop

after her stomach was gutted out.

Manuel sat by her quietly. After a long while, Susan recovered a bit. She crawled up from the water

closet and staggered her way to the vanity to gargle. But the gargle awakened her impulsion to vomit

again. She just made a retch without pressing out any more.

“Do I make you sick so much?” Manuel asked suddenly. He was right behind Susan.

Susan watched him in the vanity mirror.

“True. It makes me sick for you are the first man I saw on the morning.” Susan made no excuse. She

was leaving the bathroom as saying.

“I doubt if you have any common sense.” Susan remarked and turned to cranky suddenly.

Manuel was puzzled.

“This is the morning sickness of pregnancy.” Susan added angrily, “Who do you think you are that can

make me sick when I cast a sight on you?”

“…” Manuel was left speechless.

“Leave me alone!” Susan was irritated.

Whenever she intended to show any kindness to him, she could not help but erupt into fury. She was

tired of that. How could he manage to rouse her anger but at the same time trigger her mercy on him?

Susan finished her washing in anger before leaving for breakfast. When she arrived at the dining hall,

she saw the breakfast was ready by Tia. Since from she was informed about Susan’s pregnancy,

Justine had been joining Tia to prepare for meals.

“Morning, Ms Phillips. The breakfast is ready.” Tia said to Susan who was walking into the dining room.

“Call her Mrs Johnson, no Ms Phillips.” Justine corrected in a strict way.

Tia cast a glance at Susan before following Justine’s order.

“No! Just call me the way before!” Susan made a direct objection.

“How can you prevent yourself from embarrassment when you required Tia called you Ms Phillips, as

you are already married and pregnant? A stranger must be misled to that you are a single mother at

hearing that nonsense calling.” Justine said ironically. Justine always had a way to get Susan trapped

in angry speechless.

“Mrs Johnson.” Tia said carefully, echoing Justine’s correction.

Susan was so furious that she felt her lung might explode next minute. Living under the same roof with

Justine could someday cause the tragedy of miscarriage. She turned around and intended to withdraw

to her room.

“Time for breakfast now,” Justine said to stop her, “I remember that you said you missed the taste of

meat bun, so I had Tia prepared that today.”

Susan seized her pace.

The worst part of pregnancy was that it gave the best appetite while bringing in the worst vomiting. The

meat bun managed to retain her.

She told herself she must swallow her anger for the bun counted more than the old woman. So she

resumed herself and sat down by the dining table, enjoying her breakfast.

She was not used to have breakfast. But the baby changed her routine. The first thing she desired

every morning now was food. That desire was a monster of which was hard to get rid.

She fed her mouth with a bun.

What a delicious!

Meanwhile, others sat by the table, joining her for breakfast.

What a sweet home!

But Susan got cranky for that sweetness, so she could only enjoy her meal in angry. As soon as she

finished it quickly, she dropped her sticks and left rudely. She locked herself in the bedroom, cranky

and furious.

“Ms Phillips…My apology. Mrs Johnson instead, was a kid who never conceal her emotion.” Tia said

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“So keep obedience to her as much as possible.” Justine said.

“…” As hearing so, Tia was too shocked to utter a word. Because Justine was obviously the last one

who would show any kind of obedience to Susan.

“Make sure the chicken soup this noon free of oil, for oily smell can lead to morning sickness.” Justine

ordered.

“Yes, my Lady.” Tia responded.

Justine took a good care of Susan, though she never showed a smiling face to her.

After hearing Susan missed the taste of buns, Justine got up at 5 o’clock this morning to join her in

preparing for the buns, and made sure that those must be Susan’s cup of tea.

Maybe that was a so-called love-hate relationship.

…

After coming back her room, Susan stretched herself on the bed annoyed.

Strange it may seem that her stomach could feel better every time after a fight with Justine for no

reason.

Damn it.

Had she developed to the Stockholm Syndrome?

She took out her cell phone, planning to ease her emotion by game. Then her phone rang.

She saw the name of Henry on the screen.