Chapter 352 The Sheets


    Justine took it for granted to live in Susan''s room. Tia put Susan''s stuff into Manuel''s room.


    "Who told you to put my things in his room?" Shouted Susan, who totally lost her temper.


    Tia was a little aggrieved.


    As she was about to exin, Manuel came out of the room, "I asked her to."


    "So you think I''m going to sleep in your room? I''d rather go out to a hotel..." Susan excitedly said.


    "I sleep on the sofa." Manuel interrupted the words of Susan.


    Susan was stunned.


    "I have asked Tia to vacate the room for you, my stuff only upies one cupboard, as long as you


    don’t open the innermost cupboard, and you won''t see my stuff."


    Susan pursed her lips and she stated to feel sorry for her tantrum. But she instantly eliminated guilt for


    she thought it was Manuel''s fault. If he said his n early, she wouldn’t have lost her temper.


    "It''ste. Good night." Manuel finished the sentence, and then pushed the wheelchair to the sofa.


    Tia quickly followed, "Mr Johnson, will you feel ufortable sleeping on the couch? Why not let me


    sleep on the couch? I can sleep anywhere, and your sofa is big and soft and much morefortable


    than my bed in the country."


    "No, I''ll sleep here." Manuel refused, "Please help me get a quilt. "


    "But Mr Johnson..."


    "Just do it." Manuel was determined.


    Tia actually knew, Manuel had his own ideas and his principles. He was not a person who would


    meekly ept everything, but Susan was his exception.


    Tia just didn''t understand why Susan didn''t like Manuel. Any woman could easily fall in love with a man


    as perfect as Mr Johnson.


    Susan was staring at Manuel and Tia for a while. Atst, she still walked into Manuel''s room, telling


    herself that she did nothing wrong-it was because Justine robbed her room that she had to upy his


    room.


    After taking a bath, Susany down in bed to sleep. Turning over, Susan still felt that the sheets smelt


    like Manuel, although they were newly bought. The smell was familiar yet annoying, making her a little


    cranky. It reminded her of what had happened to them that night in this bed.


    It was impossible to sleep tight, Susan thought. Then she rose abruptly from her bed and opened the


    door. There was a lightmp in the living room, and she could see a man lying on the sofa, who


    seemed to be asleep.


    Susan nced at him, and then rudely knocked on the door of Tia''s bedroom. Tia rubbed her eyes and


    came out in a daze. "Ms Phillips, do you want to sleep with me?"


    "Sleep, you just know sleep!" Susan lost his temper.


    Tia did not know where she had offended her again.


    "Go and change my sheets, with the new one." Susanmanded.


    "I''ve already changed it." Tia was very aggrieved. Susan woke her up at midnight, only to ask her to


    change the sheets.


    "Why the bed still has the smell of Manuel, I can''t sleep."


    "That''s impossible," Tia retorted, "After I changed them, I smelled them, and it just the smell ofundry


    detergent."


    "You have trouble smelling, don''t you?"


    "You''re the one with the problem." Tia muttered, in defiance.


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    "You have been bold, Tia. How dare you talk back to me!" Susan was so angry that she even wanted to


    sack her for it.


    "That''s because you''re being unreasonable!" Tia really blew up for she was woken up in the middle of


    the night for some inexplicable reasons, and Susan was simply looking for trouble.


    "Tia, you..."


    "You miss Mr Johnson, so you would think the smell is his. It''s psychological. I’ve changed clean


    sheets, and you still use me!" Tia spoke with righteous indignation.


    Susan suddenly didn''t know how to me her.


    "Anyway, I’ve changed your sheets. If you have nothing else, I''ll go to bed." Tia said.


    Susan was speechless in fury but she couldn’t vent it out on Tia.


    She went back to sleep. Sniffing the bed carefully, this time, she found that it was mixed with the smell


    of detergent and Manuel. She told herself that she must go to buy a new one tomorrow and get rid of


    that man.


    Tossing and turning, Susan found it hard to fall asleep since she had slept for a while in the afternoon.


    Irritated, she slipped out of bed and walked out of the room.


    There was a lightmp and Manuel lying on the sofa. Susan ignored him and went straight to the


    kitchen bar to pour a ss of water. After finishing it, she was walking to the sofa unconsciously,


    although she didn’t mean to.


    Standing next to the sofa, she found that it was ufortable for him to sleep on it. The sofa was too


    sofa and there was a hollow on it because of Manuel’s weight. He would wake up the next morning with


    a sore back, she supposed.


    But soon she realized what she was thinking about and turned to leave instantly. Anyway, she shouldn''t


    care about him and feel guilty, she thought. Then she walked away.


    The man on the sofa opened his eyes and looked at her back, feeling a bit frustrated. Although his


    mother was smart and she knew well what Susan would think, she ignored one thing-Susan did not


    love him at all.


    There would be no emotion if there was no love.


    ...


    The next day, Susan was awakened by the feeling of vomiting.


    Last night, she had spent quite a lot of time to fall asleep, and she didn''t know when she managed to


    sleep. It was early in the morning, but she felt ill and had to get up. She sat in front of the toilet, spitting


    out everything she atest night.


    Feeling badly awful, Susan sat down on the ground. And she started toin about the baby that


    tortured her, to distract herself from pain.


    After that, she managed to get up from the floor, cleaned herself briefly, and walked out of the bedroom


    for she felt with hunger again.