Chapter 952 Being A Guest


    Susan angrily eximed, "Damn it! I wish I would never see him again in my life. I mean it."


    Sheryl didn''t know much about Cary, but she was sure that he could be trusted, because he was


    Charles'' friend.


    Moreover, she had contacted him about business deals several times before. She had always found


    him to be a strict and responsible gentleman, but he was, by nature, a joker.


    Maybe that was why Susan detested him so much.


    "What did he do to upset you?" Sheryl asked in an intrigued tone. She was curious about what had


    happened between them, and she was afraid that Cary would suffer if he had a crush on Susan.


    Susan hesitated, "He..." Then she stopped and waved her hand. "Come on, Sher, you don''t need to


    know what he has done. All you need to know is that he''s total bastard, and you''d be best to stay away


    from him unless you''re looking for trouble."


    Sheryl was dumbfounded when she heard Susan''s warning about Cary.


    She looked at her and rified, "It must be a misunderstanding. As far as I know, Cary''s not as bad as


    you said he is. He is generally good but it''s true that he has an evil tongue. Maybe you''ll change your


    mind if you get to know him more."


    Susan frowned. "Come on! I''d rather not. All I want to do is stay as far away from him as possible."


    She sounded more and more agitated, which made Sheryl more curious to learn what on earth Cary


    had done to her.


    He was a man who liked challenges, so he wouldn''t give up so easily. And she could remember that


    Jeremy had asked her about his phone number.


    It seemed like he was pleased with Cary. With all due respect, that wouldn''t matter at all if Susan liked


    him or not.


    Susan looked at the clock on the wall. It was already six o''clock. No wonder she felt a bit hungry. It was


    almost dinner time. She walked on a crutch to the kitchen and found her parents chatting instead of


    cooking. She deliberately raised her voice at them, "Dad, Mom, what the hell are you doing? How can


    you still be chatting? Aren''t you supposed to be making dinner by now? Are you going to let me starve


    to death?"


    Jeremy nced at her and responded, "Alright, alright, I heard you. Could you keep your voice down?


    Why don''t you eat some fruits first? I''ll call you when dinner''s ready."


    Actually, he was waiting for Cary. He said that he woulde and have dinner with themter that day,


    so Jeremy wanted to start cooking once he arrived.


    Susan was unhappy with her dad''s response, so she frowned andined, "I don''t want any damn


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    fruits, Dad. I want to have my dinner. What''s the matter with you? Did you forget that Sher is here?


    How could you make our guest wait?"


    Jeremy felt awkward as he looked at Sheryl. "I''m so sorry. I just want to start cooking when all the


    guests are here. Sheryl, would you like to eat some fruits before the meal?"


    Sheryl smiled politely, "No, thanks. I''m really not that hungry."


    Jeremy turned to look at Susan. "Did you hear that? Couldn''t you just be well-mannered like her?


    Come on, we''ll have dinner together with our guests soon. Could you not wait a little bit longer?"


    "Why on earth are we making a fuss about your important guest? He would''ve been here if he wanted


    to. I wonder if he had been so absorbed by some other issues at work. It''s really not necessary for us


    to wait. What do you think?"


    "Shut up! Look at you! Can''t you be more patient?" Jeremy had never been so irritated by his daughter.


    "Do you really think that he''s as carefree as you are? Of course he wouldn''t have time toe and


    have dinner with us until he had finished all his work.


    Stop with this nonsense. Why don''t you just sit there and wait?"


    Susan was sullen about waiting but she had no choice. She finally picked a slice of watermelon and


    took a bite to ease her hunger.


    Time flew slowly. It was already eight o''clock when Sheryl felt a bit hungry too. At that time, someone


    knocked at the door. Jeremy stood up to open it, and told his wife to start cooking.


    Susan heard the voice that she hated most as soon as her dad opened the door. Cary politely greeted


    him, "Uncle, I''m very sorry to bete. Here are some gifts for you and Auntie. Again, I sincerely


    apologize."


    It wasn''t easy for him to make time after work. His schedule had been pretty busytely; he had to ask


    a few colleagues to help him with his workload, just so he could manage to find some time to get out.


    Good thing he was able to prepare the gifts early.


    So what he needed to do was just to bring them once he set out to meet Susan''s family.


    Jeremy warmly smiled as he weed him, "Come on in! You didn''t have to bring us any gifts at all;


    your presence is good enough. But I still want to thank you foring and for your gifts. We''re so


    happy to see you!"


    "It''s my pleasure, Uncle," Cary smiled shyly. "I should''vee earlier, but it had been a busy day at


    work. It''s me who should be sorry."


    Jeremy took him by the hand and led him to the sofa. "You must be tired. Come sit and take some rest.


    I''ll call you when dinner''s ready."


    Cary nodded like an obedient child. Sheryl couldn''t helpughing when she saw him behaving so


    differently.


    She believed that all sons-inw wanted to leave a good impression, so they tried their best to hold


    back.


    ncing at Susan and disregarding how she felt, Jeremy demanded, "Cary''s our guest, so you have to


    be polite. Got it?"


    Susan looked annoyed but she could not defy her dad. "Okay," she sighed.


    Jeremy then went to the kitchen to help his wife. As soon as her dad left, Susan could not pretend


    anymore. She turned to ask Cary, "What the hell are you doing in my home?"


    He smiled and tly replied, "Your father invited me for dinner. Do you have any problems with that?"


    She didn''t seem to care less. "Who said you coulde to my home when I didn''t agree to it? You''re


    so annoying, uncouth and boring. You''re not wee here at all. Why don''t you just leave right now?"


    Cary did not even want to fight with her. He just smiled and confidently exined, "Well, I don''t think


    so. It seems that you''re the only person who doesn''t want me here."


    Susan got pissed when she heard his response. She couldn''t understand why her father would invite


    him to dine with them, when he knew for a fact how much she despised him.


    She sneered, "Well, since you''ve been weed, do you know what punctuality means? Do you know


    what time it is now? Why don''t youe back tomorrow morning?


    If I were you, I wouldn''t have the audacity toe. Do you really think you''re some kind of an honored


    guest? Don''t be absurd."


    He remained calm while Susan finished with her rants. Finally, he reacted, "I had told uncle that I might


    bete, but I didn''t expect him to wait for me for so long. I''m really sorry for that."