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.”

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

I understand.” Kathleen always had difficulty winning an

turned around

at his plate, which had a sunny-side-up egg on it. The

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

to the

into the house,

on his face. “Where did you go? I hadn’t heard from you

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

corner of Charles’ lips twitched. “You had only a meal

secretly angry, thinking that Kathleen was trying to

She then confessed, “I met

down the stairs. “And here I thought it

of us are only family members. He is something like a brother to me, and so are you.

laughed sarcastically, “Haha! I will never be his brother. It’ll be asking me to

point where he no longer wants to be my family, he’ll come pestering me once again. When that happens, I won’t let you off so easily,” Kathleen uttered

Charles was rendered speechless.

promptly made her way

be his family?” Charles found the

right. You don’t believe

else, then I do believe that it can be true. But if it’s Samuel, I don’t believe it at all.” Charles

probably just a way for him to buy more time. I bet it’s so that he could get closer to her. Why is she so foolish, though?

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 we decide to leave one day. Otherwise, once everything is settled,

Charles pursed his lips.

feared that Kathleen would be the one

not a fool. “You should learn to trust

aback by

Kathleen marched up the

gazed after her slim figure, then let out a deep, long sigh. Perhaps she’s actually clever but she doesn’t show it. Some things are better

morning, Kathleen was having breakfast when Maria brought over an

surprised. The Morris

As she scanned through it, Kathleen began to grin from ear to ear. “This is

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

inviting you

was happening between Christopher and me, but in the end, the Morris family misread the situation. They’re making

turned awkward in a heartbeat. “So should we give Christopher a

wants to speak with me alone. So what’s the use of calling Christopher?” Kathleen

do you plan on telling

had no desire to