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.”

instead?” Samuel was slightly peeved

always had difficulty winning an argument against

turned around

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

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

walked back to

stepped into the house,

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

meal with Gemma and Benjamin,” Kathleen explained.

of Charles’ lips twitched. “You had only a meal with them? That’s still no

that Kathleen was trying to mislead him with

“I met with Samuel as

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

are only family members. He is something like a brother to me, and so are you. The two of you are brothers henceforth. Please do

“Haha! I will never be his brother. It’ll be asking

the 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

Charles was rendered speechless.

promptly made

to be his

peered at him. “That’s right. You don’t

be true. But if it’s Samuel, I don’t believe

probably just a way for him to buy more

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 believe that he will let

Charles pursed his lips.

afraid of Samuel, Charles feared that Kathleen would be the one to

sighed. She was not a fool. “You should learn to trust in me

taken aback by

Kathleen marched

long sigh. Perhaps she’s actually clever but she doesn’t show it. Some things are

breakfast when Maria brought over an invitation. “Ms. Johnson, this is an invitation from the Morris

surprised.

took the invitation, then flipped it open. As she scanned through it, Kathleen began

from Felix Morris,” Maria answered. Kathleen immediately placed

is he inviting you over?” Charles

between Christopher and me, but in the end, the Morris family misread the situation. They’re making a commotion out of nothing.” There was

“So should we give Christopher a call

own. It’s obvious that he wants to speak with me alone. So what’s the use of calling

do you plan on

no