Vivian rushed toward Susan excitedly once Susan came out of her room. “Aunt Susan, have you packed everything? Come and have dinner. Ian and Sigrun are back.”
Apparently, Vivian had no idea about the secret between them.
The living room plunged into silence when Ian looked up at Susan.
At the same time, Sigrun also shot a curious glance at Susan.
Almost instantly, Susan’s face turned pale.
At long last, she was face to face with Ian. However, the look he gave her was calm and cold, with not a hint of happiness or anger in it. Despite not having met for half a year, Susan didn’t expect to receive such an indifferent response.
The next moment, Susan was impressed once she shifted her gaze toward Sigrun.
She’s so beautiful!
Sigrun had a well-defined oval-shaped face, fair and porcelain skin, and enchanting eyes. One couldn’t help but feel mesmerized upon seeing her.
As Susan was rooted to the floor, Vivian caringly asked, “Aunt Susan, why are your hands so cold? Should I turn the heat up on the heater?”
Vivian instantly felt that Susan’s hands were icy when she touched them.
However, Susan was stunned and couldn’t utter a word. In the end, Kurt came up to them and instructed, “Vivi, please take Susan to the dining room. I’ll turn up the temperature of the heater.”
“Okay.”
With that, Vivian brought Susan to the dining room, still not realizing that something was off.
A short while later, the five of them were seated at the dining table, with Susan arranged to sit at the head of it.
Sigrun grabbed her cup of drink and introduced herself, “Nice to meet you, Ms. Susan. I’m Sigrun Lightburn, granddaughter of the Chief of staff of the Army. Vivian has always mentioned you to me. After meeting you today, I have to agree that you are indeed a graceful and gentle woman.”
Dumbfounded, Susan instinctively looked over to Ian beside her. It was as if she wished to ask for his help.
Susan was only two to three years older than Sigrun.
After Sigrun complimented her like she was talking to an elder, Susan couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable.
As Susan stared at Ian, he probably sensed her gaze and finally turned around.
The next moment, Ian said composedly, “You don’t have to be so formal since we’re a family. Anyway, let’s enjoy the meal.”
Susan widened her eyes in shock upon listening to it.
Why is he acting this way? It’s almost like he doesn’t know me!
No, that’s not true. He knows who I am but can’t remember the things that happened between US. What’s wrong with him?
Susan was utterly stunned.
Meanwhile, Sigrun heeded Ian’s advice and began eating.
For the rest of the meal, Sigrun didn’t serve Susan food or drink but focused on enjoying her meal with Ian.
Of course, Vivian and Kurt were also digging into the different dishes with relish.
Susan was the only one who wasn’t in the mood to have dinner. Gripping her fork and spoon tightly, she was seemingly in a trance.
After dinner, Sigrun helped Kurt clean the table while Vivian fed the dog that Susan had brought over.
Susan saw that Ian had entered the second bedroom, which also happened to be his. A moment later, she mustered her courage and headed toward his room.
Susan saw that Ian was sitting before the computer when she arrived at his door. She called out cautiously, “Ian…”
Ian looked up once he heard Susan’s voice.
“Yes?”
Susan’s heart skipped a beat, for she saw Ian’s cold expression when he glanced at her.
It was as if Susan was no different from Matteo and everyone else in the Oceanic Estate.
“… Nothing. I just wanted to check in on you. How are you after you’ve been here? Have you gotten used to everything after staying here for half a year?” Suppressing the excruciating pain, Susan forced a smile and asked Ian.
Ian nodded and responded, “Not bad. How are you? How’s everything?”
Susan replied, “I’m… doing well. I’ll stop bothering you. Anyway, I bought a little gift for you and hope you’ll like it.”
With that, Susan walked toward Ian and took out a gift from her pocket.
It was a key chain that looked like a lotus-shaped dessert.
Ian stared at it in bewilderment after taking it from Susan.
“Well, you can leave it here. Thank you, Aunt Susan.”
“You’re welcome.”
Susan couldn’t help but dig her fingers into her palms when Ian addressed her as Aunt Susan. She swore she could smell the coppery scent of blood, and only then did she spin around to leave.
Coincidentally, she bumped into Sigrun as she left the room. Sigrun said, “Oh? Ms. Susan, are you here to see Ian?”
