Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 37.3

Inside, Shen Jueshu seemed to hear her voice. She looked up with bloodshot eyes, instinctively trying to get out of bed and move toward the door—but in the next second, she shrank back and turned away from Sui Yu’s gaze.

Watching her like this, Sui Yu’s jaw tightened to the point of nearly cracking.

“One word,” she growled. “Are you going to open this or not?!”

The chamber was completely sealed, equipped with its own air filtration system. This meant only Shen Jueshu’s scent could escape—but no external pheromones could get in.

Even if Sui Yu wanted to soothe her with her own pheromones, it was impossible.

Inside, Shen Jueshu turned her back deliberately, refusing to let Sui Yu see her in this vulnerable, chaotic state. She didn’t need Sui Yu’s comfort—she’d survived countless heats in this exact room in her past life, completely alone. She could get through this one, too.

Her stubbornness screamed louder than any words.

Sui Yu understood her perfectly. And it made her so furious she could hardly breathe.

Is it that shameful to accept my help? That humiliating to be comforted by me?

But since Shen Jueshu refused to open the door, there was nothing she could do for now.

She had no choice but to sit outside, watching as Shen Jueshu was consumed by heat over and over again. The pain in her chest burned like someone had lit a fire and dropped her heart straight into the flames.

Eventually, even Sui Yu became dazed. Maybe we’ve both gone mad tonight. If we haven’t… how else did things get to this point?

In the haze of exhaustion, she drifted into sleep. Her whole body felt so worn down that even keeping her eyes open had become a struggle. Just before she fully lost consciousness, her blurred vision caught the image of Shen Jueshu slowly getting up and walking toward the door.

She tried to wake herself, but sleep dragged her under completely.

She dreamt.

In the dream, she was back in the orphanage—young, quiet, and unlikable. Even though she’d been the prettiest child there, no one had ever wanted to adopt her. People thought she might be mentally unstable.

Then, she made a friend. The girl was a year younger, soft-cheeked and warm, with a smile like sunshine.

Later, that friend told her she was being adopted. She was finally getting a home.

Then she was gone, and Sui Yu was alone again. Years later, they met once more—but the friend had grown thin, her face void of any light. She took her own life, and when she jumped, her blood and brain matter had splattered onto Sui Yu.

Red and white tangled together—she had wanted to vomit.

The dream shifted.

She saw a girl who looked familiar, yet strange. She had the same face as Sui Yu but wore an expression Sui Yu had never seen on herself—shy, eyes sparkling with love as she looked at another girl.

That girl… was Shen Jueshu.

Sui Yu broke into a cold sweat. Her face turned pale, and her body trembled slightly.

And then—she was caught by warm arms.

A clean, cool scent surrounded her. Gentle hands wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and neck.

In that calming embrace, feeling the softness and tenderness of the touch, her tense body finally relaxed. Her face slowly returned to a more peaceful expression.

The dream faded.

Sui Yu finally fell into a deep, restful sleep.

Shen Jueshu sat there, watching the woman in her arms sleep soundly. She kept wiping the sweat off her skin with a soft cloth.

The Alpha’s pheromones continued to provoke her sensitive nerves. She had to fight hard not to be dragged back into a spiral of uncontrollable desire. Yet even while resisting, her fingers gently brushed the bandage wrapped around Sui Yu’s neck. Her gaze was complicated, unreadable.

She pulled Sui Yu closer into her arms, holding her tightly.

I must be insane, she thought. I actually want to keep her by my side forever. I want to tie her down so she can never look at anyone else.

That desire burned hot in her chest, fierce and consuming. Her heart clenched violently.

In that moment, she didn’t just emotionally want Sui Yu—her body did too.

Desire, dark and twisted, crashed over her like a tidal wave.

And with it came the realization: her heart was already dirty.

No matter what she did now, she couldn’t wash it clean.

Sui Yu had one of the best sleeps she’d had in a long time.

What began as a restless, fearful haze eventually settled into deep calm. Her body had never felt so completely relaxed.

When she finally opened her eyes again, the dim light of the basement greeted her. It wasn’t glaring this time—soft and harmless, like it had been adjusted to help her sleep.

Still slightly groggy, she sat up and instinctively held her hand to her neck.

She realized she was lying on the bed inside the glass chamber. Shen Jueshu’s scent still lingered on the bedding.

Her mind slowly put together a question mark.

Her eyes scanned the room—no sign of Shen Jueshu.

She looked to the door. The glass was slightly ajar.

She let out a quiet breath of relief.

For a second there, I thought I was really about to live out some twisted plot—locked in a basement for the rest of my life, never to see daylight again.

Fortunately, that didn’t happen.

Sui Yu got out of bed and slowly made her way out of the glass room. She didn’t see any sign of Shen Jueshu in the basement either.

Where did she go now?

After a night of emotional upheaval, Sui Yu no longer felt as angry toward Shen Jueshu. She climbed the stairs and returned to the living room on the first floor. The dining table had already been set with breakfast, but still—no sign of Shen Jueshu.

She went upstairs. Shen Jueshu’s door was left half-open, and the scent of pheromones inside was thick and stifling—like a blizzard about to erupt.

But oddly, this made Sui Yu feel relieved. At least she’s still here. What scared her the most was Shen Jueshu running off somewhere in that condition—that would truly have driven her mad.

She stepped into the room, following the trail of pheromones to the bathroom door. From inside, she heard faint, suppressed moans. Sui Yu let out a quiet sigh and began releasing her own pheromones.

But the more she released, the paler her face grew. Cold sweat trickled down her temples as she clenched her teeth and forced herself to keep going. Though her gland hadn’t been damaged beyond repair, the injury was serious—and using pheromones now was putting heavy strain on it.

The faint scent of geranium slowly filled the air. Inside, Shen Jueshu, sensitive to pheromones, could clearly sense it—especially since it was her Alpha’s scent.

Shen Jueshu lay curled in the bathtub, her entire body trembling from the relief and comfort brought by that familiar scent. Her head tilted back slightly, exposing the long line of her neck as she forced down the dark, invasive thoughts clawing at her heart.

Separated only by a door, neither of them spoke a word. But their pheromones were already speaking for them.

Shen Jueshu: I’m sorry.

Sui Yu: I forgive you. I don’t blame you anymore.

Silent communication. Silent reconciliation.

And it meant more than any spoken apology ever could.

Sui Yu stayed outside the bathroom for a long while. When she finally felt the pheromone storm subside, she slowly went downstairs, her body weakened by the effort. She ate a little to regain her strength, then brought some food and water back upstairs. Placing the meal by the bay window, she said gently toward the bathroom:

“If you’re hungry, come out and eat something.”

Afterward, she returned to her familiar corner of the couch. Even though she’d just woken up earlier, the strain from earlier left her body begging for rest again.

Some time later, in a half-asleep haze, Sui Yu heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. The sound gave her a small sense of comfort, and she finally slipped into deep, peaceful sleep.

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