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.

she wasn’t ovulating and promptly forgotten all

a condom the subsequent few times they slept together. Hence, she did

seed had been planted in her womb,

time,” explained Kathleen coolly. “I’ll

retrieve a box of

“Fine, I trust you. You haven’t been feeling well lately. Taking these

through this, unlike you! All you care about is your own pleasure regardless of my

Samuel was incensed.

is true that Kathleen often has to be on Plan B

would you prefer to be as

a man were to truly love me, he

on. No man would commit such

your opinions are skewed. I swear I’ll

me, Kathleen, when I say that such men are a mere

to spend.

a dozen. I can’t believe my poor luck to have

we’re fated then,” replied

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

lust-addled to have pined

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

instantly sensed that something

she had inexplicably become more prone to losing her

research, however, it could be that her mood swings were due to

the space between her eyebrows, deflated. “Whatever, I’m going to

flop onto the bed, pull up the covers,

Samuel grimaced.

gall of her 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

wit

have proposed to take them right

eventually drifted off and

pinned on

an eyesore. Best get rid of it. How am I not a

defined by his actions in not allowing her to consume

use a condom from this day

turned to his side, taking

soft and luscious as fresh peach and slept as soundly as an endearing

to her. Especially Christopher. The way he looks at Kathleen does not belong to that of an

with Samuel, and he was compelled to wrap Kathleen in his embrace to soothe

you scum!” Kathleen shrieked as

in dismay at the commotion, but Kathleen