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.”

Samuel was slightly peeved by then. “Or is it that you don’t want to be

I understand.” Kathleen always had difficulty winning an argument against

turned around

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

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

to the

moment she stepped into the house, she heard Charles

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

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

had only a meal

was secretly angry, thinking that Kathleen was trying to mislead him with a

then confessed, “I met

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

members. He is

brother. It’ll be asking me to stoop to his

where he no longer wants to be my family, he’ll come pestering me once again. When

Charles was rendered speechless.

made

promise to be his family?” Charles found the entire

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

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

family is probably just a way for him to buy more time. I bet it’s

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 will

Charles pursed his lips.

he was not afraid of Samuel, Charles feared that Kathleen would be the one to pay for it if Samuel did end up plaguing

fool. “You

was taken aback

Kathleen marched up

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

an invitation. “Ms.

was surprised. The

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

from Felix Morris,” Maria answered. Kathleen immediately placed the invitation

inviting you over?”

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

awkward in a heartbeat. “So should we

over on my own. It’s obvious that he wants

you plan on telling

no desire to lie to