All Too Late

“Well then, when did your affair with Christopher begin?” Samuel asked coldly.

Kathleen leered at him sideways. “Do you truly want to know? Aren’t you afraid of getting triggered?”

“I am,” Samuel answered. His tone was bone-chilling.

“So don’t ask.” Kathleen paused, hesitating. She then continued, “I take a person’s privacy very seriously. Hence, I have no interest in sharing my private life with outsiders.”

Kathleen’s word echoed in Samuel’s mind. Outsiders?

A shadow gradually enshrouded his eyes. She called me family not long ago, but now I’m an outsider?

“It’s done. You can eat now.” Kathleen turned off the fire at the stove.

She then moved the plate of pasta out to the dining room.

Meanwhile, Samuel tried to stamp out the hostility in his eyes, attempting to regain his composure. “Thank you.”

“All right, enjoy your meal. I’m heading home now.” Kathleen removed her apron and got ready to leave.

Samuel paused for a moment, then asked, “Would you stay and talk for a bit?”

Kathleen gazed at him serenely. “I’m going to bed. The face of a female celebrity is of utmost importance. No botox injections can compare to the benefits of beauty sleep.”

Samuel stared at her in return.

Kathleen had spoken calmly without spite. She was merely stating a fact.

It appeared as if she was undeniably treating Samuel as an average family member.

“Okay, then. Goodnight,” Samuel uttered in disbelief.

Nevertheless, there was nothing he could do about it.

He had no other choice. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to grow closer to Kathleen in his entire lifetime.

When Kathleen approached the doorway, she swiveled around. “Samuel, please revoke my VIP status from the malls.”

Samuel looked at her coldly. “All you need to do is not spend your money there. I’ll stop the subscriptions then.”

“I’ll pay you back next time.” Kathleen desired a clean slate with him.

Samuel glared at her. “Will you be spending Charles’ money?”

“Of course.” Kathleen tipped her head up, then declared proudly, “He’s my brother after all.”

and your brother, too. So why can’t you spend my money instead?” Samuel was slightly peeved by then. “Or is

understand.” Kathleen always had

then turned around and

on it. The egg was round and reminded him

his fork and took a bite of it. Instantaneously, the corner of his thin lips

back to the Johnson

into the house, she heard

had a gloomy expression on his face. “Where did you go? I

had a meal with Gemma and Benjamin,” Kathleen explained. “I even

lips twitched. “You had only a meal with them? That’s

that Kathleen was trying to mislead him with a

“I met with Samuel as

nearly fell down the stairs. “And here I thought it was him who was

members. He is something like a brother to me, and so are you.

be his brother. It’ll be asking

you do somehow enrage him to the point where he no longer wants to be my family, he’ll come pestering me once again. When that

Charles was rendered speechless.

promptly made

his family?” Charles found

him. “That’s right. You don’t believe

I do believe that it can be true.

merely be Kathleen’s family is probably just a way for him to buy more time. I bet it’s so that he could get

gazed at Charles flatly. She then spoke with indifference. “Charles, not even I know what Samuel is planning. But, at least, with a deal like this, he won’t intervene if

Charles pursed his lips.

be the one to pay for it if Samuel

“You

aback

marched up

slim figure, then let out a deep, long sigh. Perhaps she’s actually clever but she doesn’t

next morning, Kathleen was having breakfast when Maria brought over an invitation. “Ms. Johnson, this is an

was surprised.

then flipped it open. As she scanned through it, Kathleen began to grin from ear to ear. “This

Ms. Johnson. It’s from Felix Morris,” Maria answered. Kathleen immediately placed the invitation down. “It’s Christopher’s

he inviting you over?”

and me, but

“So should we give Christopher a call

It’s obvious that he wants to speak with me alone.

what do you plan on telling them?” Charles

Kathleen had no desire to lie