Chapter 1009 He’s A Loser
Chapter 1009 He’s A Loser
Chapter 1009 He’s a Loser
Little Bunny paused for a moment as Theodore walked in, breathing heavily. He had almost been stuck
in traffic on his way here and was running late by half an hour since Oscar had messaged him. As he
stepped into the elevator, he noticed that the floor button had already been pressed. Turning around,
he saw a woman inside wearing a duckbill cap, sunglasses, mask and loose clothing that couldn't hide
her stunning figure.
"Are you sure you're going to this floor?" Theodore asked her.
This was the restaurant where they were supposed to have dinner tonight, one that Theodore himself
arranged.
"Mhm," Little Bunny nodded hesitantly. She realized it might not just be her and Susan dining together
tonight, but she didn't want to turn back now either. She didn't want to see Theodore but also didn't
want to let Susan down.
"Whatever," Theodore said dismissively when he saw how coldly the woman responded. He wasn't
feeling particularly kind today anyway; even if they went up together, she would still be kicked out of the
room eventually, he reckoned.
The elevator arrived at their destination and Theodore quickly walked out, while Little Bunny waited for
a few moments before following him into the restaurant, where staff stopped her for identity verification
while letting Theodore pass without issue.
Theodore turned to look at the woman and snorted. Then he directly walked into the room.
"I'm sorry I kept you all waiting." Apologized Theodore as soon as he saw everyone was waiting for
him. "I got stuck in traffic. I'll punish myself by drinking."
"Don't flatter yourself. We're not waiting for you." Susan began.
"Then why didn't you start?" Theodore thought it was a poor lie.
"We were waiting... for Little Bunny!" Susan exclaimed suddenly upon seeing her friend walk through
the door wearing fewer layers than earlier. She had removed her hat, sunglasses and mask, revealing
herself completely now.
Little Bunny smiled slightly towards Susan then turned towards everyone else who seemed surprised
yet relieved at seeing who finally arrived.
"Hi, Susan," she greeted her politely despite feeling somewhat awkward under others' scrutiny.
Then she took the initiative to greet everyone in the private room.
At that moment, Little Bunny was surprised to see Besse with them.
"Mr Wold." Little Bunny greeted him.
"..."
Theodore suddenly felt uncomfortable. Wasn't he her husband? Why was she so formal with him?
Susan couldn't help but laugh at their awkwardness, "No wonder no one believes you're a couple with
this distance between you two."
Little Bunny felt embarrassed while Theodore glared at Susan.
Manuel quickly defused the situation, "Now that everyone is here, let's start eating."
"Okay," Susan eagerly agreed. "I'm starving!"
"You didn't have to wait long." Little Bunny said.
"No worries," Susan said. "Theodore just got here too."
Little Bunny felt warm inside from Susan's reassurance.
Everyone sat down at the table where a feast of dishes was served.
Susan was talkative as usual and started speaking before they even began eating, "Firstly,
congratulations to Salem and Una for their successful performance! Let's all raise our glasses!"
Everyone held up their glasses in agreement.
"Sal," Susan turned her attention towards him. "Do you want to say a few words? The poem you recited
about your mother today, did you write it yourself or did your teacher help?"
Salem did not like showing off or drawing attention to himself unnecessarily. He felt a little shy and self-
conscious while being singled out by Susan.
"It was done together with my teacher." He answered modestly.
"So it was your idea?" asked Susan again
"Yes."
"Do you miss your mom?" She couldn't resist asking another sensitive question despite knowing better Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.
than discussing such topics during meals.
Salem nodded and replied, "Yes."
Hearing Salem answer honestly made everyone feel emotional, including Besse, who had been
keeping an eye on Salem since they entered this restaurant but refrained from approaching him due to
too many people around them. Until now, his words touched her heartstrings once more.
She pursed her lips, trying to think of something else. She had just received a message from Doyle. He
said he would be in the Capital tonight. Karami's internal affairs were settled now. She agreed to
remain silent and let the outside world slander them while they secretly investigated who was behind it
all.
She didn't know why, but she didn't feel as excited about Doyle coming back to accompany her as she
thought she would be. Maybe it was because she wasn't used to relying on others.
"Besse," Susan called out to her twice.
Besse snapped out of her thoughts and awkwardly smiled, "What's up?"
"Let me introduce you to Miguel and Michelle," Susan said, "They are Salem's grandparents and this is
your first time meeting them."
"Yes," Besse politely replied, standing up and picking up a glass of wine before offering a toast. "Nice
to meet you, Mr and Mrs Cooper."
"Hello dear!" The two elders also raised their glasses. "If we hadn't seen your face for that one second,
we almost mistook you for our daughter."
Besse knew exactly who they were talking about and laughed lightly before responding, "Commander,
Susan and Manuel have all made that mistake before."
"You are too similar." Michelle added, "I almost couldn't tell the difference."
At this moment Besse wasn't sure how best to respond or what words should follow next, especially
when seeing Michelle looking uncomfortable with some hidden pain, which caused discomfort in
Besse's chest too.
"Are you Oscar's girlfriend?" Michelle asked bluntly.
Susan was drinking at the side but nearly choked on hearing Michelle's question; covering her mouth
with both hands while Manuel put down his utensils gently patting her back. He felt like his heart
disease might act up if Susan coughed any more than necessary.
"Be careful! The doctor says coughing is dangerous." Manuel reprimanded with great concern.
Finally calming herself down, Susan retorted towards Michelle saying, "He's a loser."