Ice-Cold Ceo, Crazy Love

Thomas quickly approached Monica, asking in a low voice, “Monica, what are you really up to?”

He was not a fool.

At first, he thought Monica was there for him, and a part of him was secretly pleased.

But as things unfolded, it was clear Monica wasn’t there for him at all. She had set her sights on Susan!

“Why would you ask that?” Monica responded with an innocent face. “I just want to offer Susan a sincere apology.” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Thomas took a deep breath before slowly replying, “That incident happened almost half a year ago. There were countless opportunities for you to apologize. Why now? Why here?”

Her expression was even more innocent, Monica replied, “I just didn’t come to that realization before. But now, I truly understand my mistake. Thomas, won’t you allow me to make amends?”

Thomas was momentarily speechless, about to say something more.

But Monica was already standing at the door to Susan’s room.

She raised her hand and knocked.

No answer came.

Monica kept knocking.

Thomas grabbed her hand, his eyes flashing a warning, “Susan might be asleep. Don’t disturb her now.”

“Asleep?” Monica blinked. “That’s unlikely. I remember she’s a night owl.”

“You remembered wrong.” Thomas narrowed his eyes.

“How could I remember that wrong?” Monica said, trying to look pitiful. Tve made a big decision, gathered all my courage to come here and apologize. Thomas, is it that Susan knows it’s me and she doesn’t want to see me?”

“Are you

you thinking too highly of yourself?” Theresa couldn’t stand it any longer. “If you want to apologize, just do it. But Susan doesn’t owe it to you to open her door in the dead of night just to be subjected to your sarcasm. Who do you think you are, expecting the whole world to accommodate you?”

“1…” Monica fell silent, her eyes beginning to redden.

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“What’s this now? Putting on an act of the poor, innocent girl?” Theresa was even more irritated.

“Rose, I really didn’t mean it like that,‘ Monica said in a woeful tone, “But with so many of us here, we might be a bit

noisy. If Susan hasn’t heard us by now, I’m worried something might have happened to her. Minor issues aside, if something serious has happened to Susan, what then? If she doesn’t open the door, I suggest we just go in and

check.”

“You’re dreaming.” Theresa snapped. “Just barge in? Do you think you have the right?”

A look of hurt crossed Monica’s face. I’m just concerned about Susan. Plus, Rose has been resistant to me seeing Susan. Could it be you know there’s something she’s involved in right now that makes it inconvenient for her to see anyone?”

Theresa paused, thrown off. “What are you implying?”

Monica batted her eyelashes. “Nothing much. Just feels a bit strange, that’s all.”

In any case, Monica was determined to stay put if Susan didn’t open the door.

Eason must be in Susan’s room right now.

If she didn’t leave, Eason couldn’t leave either.

Susan might avoid her now, but could she avoid her forever?

“Monica, if you keep up this passive–aggressive act, believe me, I’ll tear your mouth apart.” Theresa stepped forward, ready to drag Monica away.

Thomas instinctively grabbed Theresa’s hand.

“What did I do wrong, Thomas? Rose is so fierce, as if she’s out for blood.” Monica cried, taking cover behind

Thomas.

Theresa gave Thomas a look that was so calm it sent a chill down his spine. “Are you protecting her?” she asked.

Her gaze was so calm that it made Thomas’s heart skip a beat.

He took a deep breath and was about to say something.

Suddenly, the door opened,

Both Theresa and Thomas turned to look.

To their surprise, it was Eason who opened the door.

Eason being in Susan’s room at such a late hour was suspect enough to raise eyebrows.

“Mr. Nicholas?” Monica gasped, her hand over her mouth. “What… what are you doing in Susan’s room? She’s a married woman, you know. It’s hardly appropriate for you two to be alone together at this hour.”

Thomas whirled around to stare at Monica.

Monica’s agenda was now crystal clear.

Everything she had done was leading up to this moment.

She had taken advantage of him.

She used him to get close to the cast.

And then, under the guise of wanting to apologize, she summoned everyone here.

She wanted this moment of Eason’s exposure.

In that instant, Thomas felt as though his prior joy had turned into a colossal joke.

“Hmph.” Theresa scoffed, pulling her hand away from Thomas’s grasp.

Thomas looked at her cold profile, his lips pressed tightly together.

Eason raised an eyebrow, glanced over the mix of expressions, and casually asked, “So, what brings all of you here?”

Mr. Witt chuckled awkwardly. “I… we…”

He was absolutely livid with Monica, irrespective of whatever the truth was between Eason and Susan.

He wanted no part in this drama.

Monica cut in eagerly. “Mr. Nicholas, originally, I was just coming over to bring Susan some food and to apologize for past events. But now that I’ve seen you here, I think I need to clear the air for Ben. Why are you here at this time? Is there something you couldn’t discuss during the day that you had to wait for the dead of night?”

As she spoke, Monica narrowed her eyes and dropped a bombshell. “It took so long for you to open the door. Could you tell me, what exactly have you been doing?”

Monica truly had guts.

The rest of the cast quietly looked away.

They didn’t want any part of this mess either.

Eason crossed his arms, a hint of amusement in his voice as he regarded Monica. “And on what grounds are you. questioning me?”

Monica spoke with conviction, “Ben is a good man. I just can’t stand to see him betrayed and clueless.”

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Eason began clapping slowly. “How very noble of you.”

“Where is Susan? Step aside, I need to ask her myself. How can she do this to Ben?” Monica said, righteousness written all over her face.

Eason raised an eyebrow and glanced at the others. “Do you all want to see for yourselves?”

Everyone awkwardly cast their eyes down.

Eason, however, smiled. “Well then, let’s all go in and have a look.”

Mr. Witt stepped back, clearly uncomfortable. “Maybe we should just let it go?”

“How can we let it go? Mr. Witt, you have to be my witness,” Monica said.

Eason, with an undeniable air of command, said, “Mr. Witt, please, come in.”

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litude was utterly composed.

Theresa, watching, felt somewhat reassured.

She didn’t believe there was anything between Eason and Susan.

What she feared was the gossip that thrives in the witching hour.

Monica’s malice lay right there. At this hour, no one needed to see the truth. A hint of suspicion, a whiff of rumor, was enough to pin someone to the pillar of shame.

But seeing Eason’s demeanor, perhaps he had a way to handle this?

As soon as Eason stepped aside, Monica charged in first.

Her thoughts were clear. Regardless of whether something happened between Eason and Susan, their being together at this time was enough to give her the high ground.

Monica led the way, and the group barged into the bedroom.

“What took you so long? Who knocked on the door?” Susan asked impatiently.

Monica said with energy, “Susan, are you admitting it now? You and Eason, you’re having an affair, aren’t you?”

Susan was speechless.

Susan looked at her, utterly baffled.

Why was she here?

“Spit it out. What have you two been doing together at this late hour?” Monica said loudly, “Ben knows nothing of your doings, does he?”

Monica had the look of someone catching a cheater red–handed.

Susan’s expression turned subtly complex.

“Why are you silent? Are you feeling guilty?” Monica grew more agitated. “Susan, this time, with so many witnesses, you won’t be able to talk your way out of this. When Ben finds out, he will surely.”

“What will happen?” A voice rang out.

“Divorce you, of course,‘ Monica said without hesitation, and then she felt something was amiss and stiffly turned

around.

And there was Ben, holding a cup, looking at her with an utterly calm expression.

Monica was speechless.

How on earth was Ben here?!