Chapter 183

Seeing that it was Marsha calling, Suzanne answered in a gentle voice, “Marsha, what’s up?”

“Babe, let’s go out! I’m so bored.”

Hearing the excitement in her voice, Suzanne couldn’t help but smile. “I’m already out.”

“Where? I’ll come over.”

Almost instinctively, Suzanne glanced at Austin and asked softly, “I have a friend who wants to join us. Is that okay?”

Austin nodded. “Your friends are our friends.”

Charles perked up instantly. “If it’s Suzanne’s friend, we have to roll out the red carpet!”

Suranne’s friends had to be stunning too; if he couldn’t pursue Suzanne, maybe he had a shot with one of her friends. This could be his lucky break. His eyes practically sparkled with anticipation. Suzanne, exasperated, gave Marsha the address and hung up.

Herman smirked. “I know that look, Charles. Are you up to something again?”

Everyone still remembered when he had boldly declared his intent to pursue Suzanne.

Caught red-handed, Charles didn’t even flinch. Putting out his chest, he declared, “A real man appreciates beauty. You guys just don’t get it.”

They continued their banter, and about 30 minutes later, a knock echoed from the door.

Before Suzanne could react, Charles shot to his feet and bolted forward.

“I got it! No one can steal my moment!”

He adjusted his collar, smoothed out his shirt, and flashed his most dazzling smile before swinging the door open. With anticipation, he said warmly, “Welcome.” But the moment he saw who was standing outside, his smile vanished.

“You’ve got the wrong room,” he said flatly.

With that, he slammed the door shut without a second thought. The entire room fell into stunned silence.

Outside, Marsha barely had time to process what had happened before the door was shut in her face. Her hand was still raised mid-knock when her brain short-circuited.

Wait a minute. Wasn’t that the shady doctor from before? What kind of rotten luck was this? She should’ve checked her horoscope before heading out today.

Inside, Suzanne assumed someone had genuinely knocked on the wrong door and didn’t think much of it until her phone rang again.

She picked up. “Marsha, where are you?”

Standing in the hallway, Marsha glanced around. “I’m already here; which room are you in?”

“I’ll come get you,” Suzanne said, already rising from her seat.

Charles grumbled from his seat. “Unbelievable. You guys have no idea what I just saw. I opened the door, and there was this… this shrew—”

His words were lodged in his throat as his eyes widened in disbelief.

Haman, not looking over at the door, still oblivious, questioned, “A shrew?”

Right then, the door swung open; Suzanne walked in, bringing Marsha with her.

Charles shot out of his chair, sprang up, and pointed at the door, exclaiming, “What the—!”

He shouted inwardly, “She’s actually Suzanne’s friend!”

Everyone turned toward the doorway.

Before Suzanne could say anything, Marsha had already planted her hands on her hips and was glaring daggers at Charles.

With a finger pointed at him, she hissed out the words, “Charles Jennings, what the hell was that? You saw me coming and shut the door in my face! Are you messing with me?”

For a split second earlier, she had actually thought she had knocked on the wrong door.