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 want to be family with me?

had difficulty

turned

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

the corner of his thin lips arched up ever so slightly. She can never escape

walked back to

moment she stepped into the house, she

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

Gemma and Benjamin,” Kathleen explained. “I even bought you

Charles’ lips twitched. “You had only a meal with them? That’s still no excuse to return so

angry, thinking that Kathleen was trying to mislead him with

She then confessed, “I met

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

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 get

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

be bothered to care about all that. In the end, 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

be his family?” Charles found the

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

believe that it can be true.

way for him to buy more time. I bet it’s so that he could

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 we decide to leave one day. Otherwise, once everything is settled, do you honestly believe that he

Charles pursed his lips.

be the one to pay for it if Samuel did

fool. “You should learn to trust

was taken aback

Kathleen marched

figure, then let out a deep, long sigh. Perhaps she’s actually clever but she doesn’t show it. Some things

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

was surprised.

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

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

he inviting you over?”

you understand what I meant? Nothing was happening between Christopher and me, but in the end, the Morris family misread

a heartbeat. “So

is asking me to go over on my own. It’s obvious that he wants to speak with me alone. So what’s

plan on telling them?”

had no desire to