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.”

can’t you spend my money instead?” Samuel was slightly peeved by then. “Or is

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

turned around

sunny-side-up egg on it. The egg was round and reminded him of Kathleen’s adorable

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

back to the

stepped into the house, she heard Charles

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

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

only a meal

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

then confessed, “I met with

stairs. “And here I thought it was

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

never be his brother. It’ll be asking

him to the point where he no longer wants to be my family, he’ll

Charles was rendered speechless.

promptly made her way

promise to be his family?” Charles found the

him. “That’s right. You don’t

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

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

Samuel is planning. But, at least, with a deal like this, he won’t intervene if we decide

Charles pursed his lips.

Kathleen would be the one to pay for it if Samuel did end

fool. “You should learn to trust in

aback by

Kathleen marched up the

actually clever but she doesn’t show it. Some things are

morning, Kathleen was having breakfast when Maria brought over an invitation.

surprised.

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

Morris,” Maria answered. Kathleen immediately

inviting

wants to ask about what’s going on between Christopher and me. Now, do you understand what I meant? Nothing was happening between Christopher and me, but in the end, the Morris family misread the

awkward in a heartbeat. “So should

wants to speak with me alone. So what’s the

plan on telling them?”

no desire to lie