A Cue For Love

A Cue for Love Chapter 835

Worried That You Are In Pain

It was a domineering and deep kiss.

Yet at the same time, it conveyed how much he missed her.

Samuel’s firm kiss caused Natalie’s lips and tongue to feel painful.

Even so, Natalie did not mind and had no desire to push him away. In fact, she was unwilling to do so. If Samuel wanted to kiss her, he could kiss her till the end of the world, and she would still kiss back.

In the end, Samuel was so lost in the kiss that he accidentally touched the wounds on Natalie’s back and arm, causing her to suck in a sharp breath in pain.

Only then did Samuel return to his senses and recall that Natalie was in a hospital gown, indicating that she was still injured and unwell.

“Did I hurt you?” Samuel looked at her apologetically.

“Not really.” Natalie tossed him a playful smirk. “Even if you did, you hurt my lips more.”

“I’m being serious.” Samuel frowned.

“So am I.” Natalie raised her arms and cupped Samuel’s handsome face in between her hands. “I’ll take good care of myself by eating the most nutrient-packed food and taking the best medications so that I won’t develop scars. Don’t worry about it.”

worried that you would develop

“Then…”

stared at Natalie endearingly. “I’m worried that

hearing that, Natalie’s smile grew wider. It was such a blessing to have someone who spoiled her and considered

to ask Natalie to rest

under Samuel’s insistence, she had no choice but to listen to him and lie down

originally thought that she was not feeling tired. However, it wasn’t long

asleep, Samuel slipped out of

Justin had been around since

“Sam.”

“Samuel.”

“Follow me,” ordered Samuel.

the

before asking, “Tell me, Justin. What did Natalie

Steven. “And you. Whatever that Justin leaves out, fill in

and Steven

as though they were being interrogated by

gulped and began recounting everything he knew, not leaving out any

as he balled his hands into fists.

reason for the wounds on

had a different and much stronger effect. His gaze turned cold, sending