All Too Late

Chapter 21 Why Is He Not Good Enough

Kathleen was having a fitful sleep when she was awoken by a bitingly cold presence.

Her gaze landed on Samuel, who was standing by her bed.

She was overcome with nerves and disbelief that he had actually returned.

Samuel regarded the squeamish Kathleen in an icily condescending manner. “You’re pregnant?”

“No. Who told you that? Do you deny the lab test results?” Kathleen bit back as she worried her bottom lip.

“Then what is it that you’re looking at?” retorted Samuel as he pointed at the tablet.

Kathleen pursed her lips. “I had promised to help Gemma out tomorrow by volunteering at a charity home advocating for autistic children. Do you find fault in me doing some background research beforehand?”

That managed to convince Samuel.

“What time will you be leaving tomorrow?” asked Samuel dispassionately.

“I plan to reach by ten o’clock.”

Kathleen secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

That was a close call. Her pregnancy was almost revealed.

“Are you certain you’re not pregnant?” Samuel reiterated.

“Of course. When have I skipped my birth control pills?” deadpanned Kathleen.

“That trip to the hot springs two months prior.” Samuel could still recall it vividly.

Well, that was true indeed.

Kathleen had decided to head to the hot springs on a whim while Samuel had been there on a job inspection. Neither she nor Samuel had an inkling that either party would be present, yet both had met out of sheer coincidence.

It had only taken Samuel one look at Kathleen, enticingly flushed and bundled up in a bathrobe, for him to ravish her completely in his room.

In the heat of the moment, Samuel had forgotten to bring along his condoms.

He rarely used them, as a matter of fact, and relied on Kathleen’s regular intake of morning-after pills.

After their night together, he had urged Kathleen to take her pills on time and hastily left for work.

Kathleen was so wrung out after the night’s exertions that she failed to act on it immediately.

since she wasn’t ovulating and promptly forgotten

slept together. Hence,

planted in her

weren’t around when I was taking my plan B pills the last time,” explained Kathleen coolly. “I’ll ingest them right now if you

proceeded to retrieve a box

her hand, disrupting her. “Fine, I trust you. You haven’t been feeling well lately. Taking these pills might only

I meet won’t let me suffer through this, unlike you! All you care about is your own

Samuel was incensed.

true that Kathleen often has to be

would you prefer to be as

were to truly love me, he

No man would

skewed. I swear I’ll prove it

men are a mere figment of

so bad about me anyway? Kathleen is given ample money to spend. Besides, her needs and wants, both in bed and in day-to-day life are well taken care of. What more is there to ask

I can’t believe my poor luck to have met the only bad

means that we’re fated then,”

uttered self-mockingly, “As if! Curse my rotten luck. I must have

to

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

sensed that something was

it seemed that she had inexplicably

could be that her mood

between her eyebrows,

to flop onto the bed, pull up

Samuel grimaced.

to instigate my anger then promptly snooze off like nobody’s business. She would not have dared to do so in the past. When did she

quick wit in switching the

to take them right before

eventually drifted off and succumbed

was pinned on the bottle of

eyesore. Best get rid of it. How am I

his actions in not allowing her

use a condom

bed and turned to his side, taking

soft and luscious as fresh peach and slept as soundly as

seems drawn to her. Especially Christopher. The way he

not sit well with Samuel, and he was compelled to wrap Kathleen in his embrace to soothe his

Kathleen shrieked as she struggled

dismay at the