The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 470: HandsRandall

Susan initiated the conversation again. "Randall, are you the most handsguy at Evergreen University?" "I'm

not."

Susan took out her phone, found a picture of Randall, and showed it to him. "But you're at the top of this

ranking."

"Looks like you have good eyesight since you checked the rankings yourself," Randall responded, completely

oblivious to Susan's intentional conversation attempt.

He had spent a lot of twith Vera and Molly and blurred the boundaries when joking around, assuming that all

girls would be like them.

Susan hadn't seen Randall in years. When she heard what he said, she thought he disliked her, so she sat quietly

in the passenger seat, not daring to speak.

The car was silent. Randall's thoughts were consumed by his new ride. He savored the acceleration, cruising with

one hand as the other extended to catch the balmy night air. There was a carefree cockiness in his expression,

reflecting the playful demeanor common for his age.

Randall was so engrossed in the car that he didn't even register Susan beside him.

The car quickly arrived at the hotel, and he parked at the entrance. "I'll wait for you downstairs; you can go get

your things yourself."

"Oh."

Susan opened the car door and got out.

Randall casually asked, "Do you have a lot of luggage?"

Susan was quiet for a moment and then said, a bit embarrassed, "Yes."

Randall regretted asking her that. If he hadn't asked, he could have pretended not to know.

Since he had asked, he had to help with the luggage.

Susan stood at the hotel entrance. "It's okay, | can carry it myself."

Randall glanced at her slender limbs; she was clearly not a very strong girl. He was in a good mood today since

he had just gotten a sports car, so he decided to help her out.

He got out of the car and casually tossed his car keys to the security guard at the entrance. The gesture was

effortless, but it appeared especially stylish when Randall executed it. Susan observed Randall's movements,

longing for another glimpse.

In her mind, she mused, "If this were a movie, I'd replay that move endlessly!"

"Let's go," Randall called out to the dazed Susan at the entrance.

Susan quickly turned and followed Randall.

In the elevator, Randall finally found a moment to glance at Susan.

He appraised her figure, pleasantly surprised by her enhanced appearance.

She was slender and of average height, her head reaching just below his chest.

She looked pretty good, comparable to Vera and Mia, with a slim waist. But who would have thought she was a

chubby girl at four years old? He vividly recalled how Susan had looked in the past. He had been able lift other

kids his age, but not her! Cindy and Vincent had teased him when he got home. That was an uncomfortable

chapter in his life.

"Susan, did you get any plastic surgery?" Randall asked.

Susan raised her face slightly, looking up at the tall Randall. "I didn't."

"Did you take diet pills?"

Susan shook her head dumbly. "No."

Randall asked, "Then how did you lose weight?"

Susan turned her head away, saying, "I'm not telling you."

Randall looked at her and chuckled.

The elevator arrived.

Randall stood outside Susan's room. "I can't help you in there. Pack your luggage yourself. I'll wait here."

Susan was surprised. "Why won't you cin?"

Randall teased, "I'm a guy; are you stupid?"

Susan bit her lower lip and went back to her room.

Before closing the door, she glanced at Randall again. Randall's actions were gentlemanly, but his words were so

rude.

Ten minutes later, Susan had packed her luggage: two suitcases and two backpacks.

Randall reached out and took all of Susan's luggage.

Susan had nothing on her. "Randall, lethandle the backpack and suitcase."

"No worries, you can press the elevator button." Randall snatched the rolling suitcase, his movements rough yet

his demeanor gentlemanly. Susan smiled at how Randall wouldn't let her carry anything.

She quickly ran to press the elevator button. When the elevator arrived, Randall was already there.

Downstairs, Randall asked her to check out while he took the luggage outside to load it into the car.

Soon, Susan, who had successfully checked out, walked over. Randall had already loaded her luggage.

Susan stood by the car and thanked Randall. "Randall, thank you."

Randall glanced at her. "Get in the car. Do you expectto open the door for you?"

Susan quickly got in.

"Randall, thank you for helpingwith my luggage today. What do you like to eat? I'll cook for you when we get

back."

Randall asked, "What can you cook?"

Susan said, "I can cook anything."

Randall shrugged. "Cook whatever you want. I'm not picky."

Susan perked up. "Randall, do you prefer sweet or savory dishes?"

"I'm into spicy stuff."

Susan inquired further, "Are you into the numbing kind of spicy or just regular spicy?"

"| prefer something spicy with sauce."

Susan nodded. "I'll look into it when I return."

Randall glanced at Susan and smiled. "Just kidding. We have a chef at home; you don't need to cook. What's

your major?"

Susan replied, "Business Administration."

Randall nodded. "Not bad."

After a while, Susan inquired, "Randall, could you fillin on everyone's personalities and pet peeves at home?"

As they got acquainted, Randall noticed Susan's gentle demeanor, quite distinct from Vera and Molly, who were

prone to bickering. He treaded lightly, careful not to delve too deeply, as he didn't want to overwhelm Susan.

"Everyone at his pretty laid-back, there are no real taboos. Occasionally, Vera might hit you playfully, so

don't be alarmed. And Molly, well, she might let out a curse or two, but don't worry, they won't be not aimed at

you." It was usually him they targeted anyway!

Susan said, "But Vera and Molly were so gentle and kind today."

Randall snorted, "As tgoes by, you'll change your mind."

When they got home, Susan's room had already been prepared.

She shyly thanked each member of the Olteran family. Cindy took her upstairs to help her unpack, and Vera

joined in the fun. Randall lay on the sofa, his feet propped on the armrest, looking lazy.

At home, he was at ease.

Patrick sat down next to him. "Susan still has sluggage in her dorm. You should accompany her to get it

tomorrow."

"Patrick, isn't it enough that | ran an errand? Now you wantto go again?" Randall rolled on the sofa, sitting

up to look at Patrick. Patrick looked at him. "Do you wantto take Vera to the school?"

Randall agreed, "Alright then."

After answering, he continued lying on the sofa.

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