Chapter 6 Your Profession

• Susan smacked the man's hand away from her chin. She said in disgust, "It's not a good occupational habit to get physical with someone at the drop of a hat." Recalling that chaotic night, she couldn't help regretting it deep down. Had I not been drunk, I wouldn't have gotten involved with someone like this. Just as she wanted to open the car door and throw him out, she saw a man and a woman walking in the cab's direction. Her back froze, and her hand jerked back as though she had gotten an electric shock.
• She clearly saw Andrew and Rachel walking hand in hand toward the neighborhood. Rachel walked with her head resting on Andrew's shoulder as if she had no bones, while Andrew attentively draped his overcoat around her shoulders, perhaps out of worry that she might catch a cold. Susan recognized the overcoat, which she had hand-washed and ironed smoothly for Andrew just a few days ago.
• After walking a few steps, the pair paused, and Andrew tenderly kissed Rachel on the forehead.
• Susan was upset by the cruel scene. Her husband, who would raise his hand against her at home, was so tender and considerate to another woman.
• Following her gaze, Eric saw the lovey-dovey couple under the tree nearby, and he slowly came to a realization.
• "What a disgusting pair of cheaters!" Susan clenched her fists tightly. Had she been able to fight and offend them, she would've stormed out and killed this pair of adulterers!
• A deep and magnetic voice rang in her ears. "Compared with them, you're not that honorable either. You're unfaithful to your husband and have a colorful life at night."
• Susan withdrew her gaze and glared at the man next to her. "You can call them names, but not me."
• Eric had already had a background check done on Susan, and she was married. He turned to look at the woman next to him, who, despite her delicate features and extraordinarily fair complexion, had a slap mark on her petite face. He wondered what this woman had been through, but he didn't bother to care more about it since it had nothing to do with him.
• Having waited for a long time, the cabbie began urging impatiently, "Where exactly are you going? Just get out if you're not going to ride my cab. Don't keep me from doing business."
• "Please take me to Magnolia Residence on Raywick Avenue," Susan quickly blurted out the address. Turning to look at the man who still wasn't leaving, she urged with a frown, "Get out of the cab, will you?"
• Eric remained silent while pretending not to hear her. After the cabbie started driving, his thoughtful gaze fell coldly upon the ring on her ring finger.
• Susan's brain could no longer think straight. After the cab drove out of the neighborhood for more than ten minutes, she finally felt puzzled as to why she had ended up with this male escort again.
• Her uneasy gaze rested on the man beside her. The streetlights happened to flash past the car window, flickering on the outlines of his stony face and his protruding Adam's apple.
• She had to admit that this male escort was very charming. In addition to his deep eyes, he had the attractiveness of a grown-up man. Still, she shook her head in regret. What a funny thing it is that he's in the business of serving women despite having the face of a bossy company president. Moreover, this hustler has a sharp tongue and says unpleasant things with a stony face. No customer would be willing to pay for such a guy. Well, I heard that people in their trade sleep with customers of both genders no matter how old they are. At the thought of those erotic scenes, she instantly felt nauseous, and her pleasure just now vanished. Once a hustler, always a hustler. There's no way he can wash it off no matter how good-looking he is.
• Seeing Susan staring at him with a deep frown, Eric narrowed his eyes and quickly got into the role she assigned to him. "Haven't you had enough of staring at me that night? If you want to stare at me again, you've got to pay extra."
• Susan immediately looked away and grimaced in disgust. "Are you being covered in diamonds or something? Does one have to pay extra to look at you? Are you mad with poverty?"
• After arriving at her destination, she was angered by the sight of the man following her out of the car like a ghost that would never go away. She raised her hand and stopped him from following her. "Why are you still following me? I'm not interested in hiring you today."
• Eric lit a cigarette; the flickering flame of his lighter illuminated his well-sculpted face. His hand pointed to the cab. "Can you pay the cab fare for me? I don't have cash with me."
• Susan tossed her purse into his arms. "Stop bothering me! Also, I don't have any of your stuff at all. You think you weren't paid enough last time, don't you? Well, the money in this purse is all yours this time."
• Eric took out his phone. "Would you mind giving me your number? Just call me if you find it."
• Susan hesitated for a few seconds before taking the phone from him. After keying in her phone number, she didn't forget to warn, "I'm giving you my number to prove that I didn't take your stuff, so don't give me trouble by calling the police again."
• Eric flicked his cigarette away before turning to pay the cab fare. After paying the money, he was about to return the purse, only to find that the woman had disappeared into the night. Standing next to a streetlight, he opened her pink leather purse in the dim light and noticed that her ID card was in it, too.
• His stony eyes carefully scrutinized the plain and fair face in the ID photo.
• Even now, he was still unsure whether this woman was playing dumb to take advantage of him, approaching him in this way on purpose to leave a deep impression on him despite knowing full well who he was. After all, some superior hunters often appeared as prey. Or maybe she was really stupid as to take him for a male escort after sleeping with him. If I'm a male escort, I'm afraid no one can afford to hire me. No one's richer than me, after all.