All Too Late

“I like your cooking, but you won’t cook for me,” replied Samuel in a crisp and clear voice. His aura seemed ever so regal.

Kathleen’s red lips clamped shut. She refused to talk.

Samuel ate quietly.

The truth was that he was satisfied with being able to sit there and share a meal with her peacefully. He didn’t dare to even dream of more.

Still, his heart ached because he had to force her to eat with him.

He knew that Kathleen never wanted to stay and that she didn’t even want to see him.

Kathleen put her cutlery down after taking a few bites. After that, she sipped water while waiting for Samuel to finish his meal.

Samuel, on the other hand, ate extremely slowly. It was as if he was deliberately torturing her.

As Kathleen sipped her water, she had a frosty look.

“There is something wrong with my stomach,” explained Samuel. “It’ll hurt if I don’t eat slowly.”

Kathleen heartlessly pointed out, “That has nothing to do with me.”

A hint of sorrow flashed past his eyes. “I know. I just wanted to talk to you.”

Kathleen put her glass down and stopped being mean.

Samuel knew that was just how she was.

She couldn’t be mean even though she hated him with every fiber of her being.

Samuel’s dark eyes shone with suppressed desires and intelligence. “A year ago, I stumbled upon some information about how Vanessa has been searching for a woman.”

Kathleen raised her brow and stared at him.

“That woman is connected to Vanessa in some way, but that is not the important bit,” continued Samuel before he paused a while. “The interesting bit is that Vanessa didn’t send Ivan to capture that woman. Instead, she wanted him to kill her.”

Kathleen turned her attention to him. “What proof do you have to back up your words?”

Samuel had a skin-deep grin on when he turned to her.

She gripped her glass, and her fingers turned pale from that. “You have some conditions, don’t you?” she added upon seeing that smile.

“Yes,” replied Samuel, nodding.

to think that just yesterday, you promised you won’t make things difficult for

sounded amazing when he replied, “That is true, but you get to choose whether

to your terms,” protested Kathleen. She was a little upset, and her beautiful eyes were glistening with tears from being treated

smile mysterious and

handed a folder to her and

Kathleen was taken aback.

that Ivan committed the crime. However, your

her lip. “What do you want in

accept his gift for no

magnetic voice. “You don’t have to cook every day, though. Once a week

stared in

you find that to be troublesome, then

had stopped her, she would only end

Samuel knew all too

lip once more. “Do you have any

Samuel. The lust in his eyes shone as

clamped her lips shut as if she

because I don’t want to be in your debt. However, I will leave

stop cooking if you wish to leave, but if you ever return, please cook for me again, okay?” He grinned. A dangerous and ambiguous aura

he gave her had helped solve a

in his debt, but she truly wanted to

me. He doesn’t owe me anything… at

for you if I am free.” She nodded and

said Samuel

left with

glass of warm water. A

is too simple-minded. Good thing she has Charles as her brother. If that weren’t the

thought took a sharp turn at that moment. No, that’s not right. I should be the one to protect her. I won’t let her get hurt so long as

thought ran past his mind, he picked up his phone to call

an arranged marriage for Christopher when

was taken aback

dear, Mr. Macari is getting a little

and just

Tyson. He put his phone

his victim. I guess Mrs. Macari is

folder with her and went to

it to him and said, “Take a look and deal with it however you see fit. I have to go to

that, she turned around to

on,” called out Charles.