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.”

slightly peeved by then. “Or is it that you don’t want

I understand.” Kathleen always had difficulty winning an argument

then turned around and

a sunny-side-up egg on it. The egg was round and

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

back to the Johnson

the house, she

had a gloomy expression on his face. “Where did you go? I hadn’t heard

Gemma and Benjamin,” Kathleen explained. “I even

only a meal with them? That’s still no excuse to

angry, thinking that Kathleen was trying to

“I met with Samuel as

stairs. “And here I thought it was

members. He is something like a brother to me, and so are you. The two of you are brothers

never be his brother. It’ll be asking me to

if 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 her way

really promise to be his family?” Charles found the

right.

it can be true. But if it’s

buy more time. I bet it’s so that he could get

Samuel is planning. But, at least, with a deal like this, he won’t intervene if we decide to leave one day. Otherwise, once everything is settled, do you honestly

Charles pursed his lips.

would be the one to

not a fool. “You should

aback by her

marched up the

figure, then let out a deep, long sigh. Perhaps she’s actually clever but she doesn’t show it. Some things are better left unknown. Elsewise, it would be utterly

Maria brought over an invitation. “Ms. Johnson,

was surprised.

then flipped it open. As she scanned through it, Kathleen

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

is he inviting you over?”

me, but in the end, the Morris family misread the situation. They’re making a commotion out of nothing.” There was no readable expression on Kathleen’s clean face

awkward in a heartbeat. “So

my own. It’s obvious that he wants to speak with

plan on telling them?” Charles

Kathleen had no desire to