Divorce Anxiety

“I like your cooking, but you won’t cook for me,” replied Samuel in a crisp and clear voice. His aura seemed ever so regal.

Kathleen’s red lips clamped shut. She refused to talk.

Samuel ate quietly.

The truth was that he was satisfied with being able to sit there and share a meal with her peacefully. He didn’t dare to even dream of more.

Still, his heart ached because he had to force her to eat with him.

He knew that Kathleen never wanted to stay and that she didn’t even want to see him.

Kathleen put her cutlery down after taking a few bites. After that, she sipped water while waiting for Samuel to finish his meal.

Samuel, on the other hand, ate extremely slowly. It was as if he was deliberately torturing her.

As Kathleen sipped her water, she had a frosty look.

“There is something wrong with my stomach,” explained Samuel. “It’ll hurt if I don’t eat slowly.”

Kathleen heartlessly pointed out, “That has nothing to do with me.”

A hint of sorrow flashed past his eyes. “I know. I just wanted to talk to you.”

Kathleen put her glass down and stopped being mean.

Samuel knew that was just how she was.

She couldn’t be mean even though she hated him with every fiber of her being.

Samuel’s dark eyes shone with suppressed desires and intelligence. “A year ago, I stumbled upon some information about how Vanessa has been searching for a woman.”

Kathleen raised her brow and stared at him.

“That woman is connected to Vanessa in some way, but that is not the important bit,” continued Samuel before he paused a while. “The interesting bit is that Vanessa didn’t send Ivan to capture that woman. Instead, she wanted him to kill her.”

Kathleen turned her attention to him. “What proof do you have to back up your words?”

Samuel had a skin-deep grin on when he turned to her.

She gripped her glass, and her fingers turned pale from that. “You have some conditions, don’t you?” she added upon seeing that smile.

“Yes,” replied Samuel, nodding.

that she chuckled out loud. “Hah! And to think that just yesterday, you promised you

sounded amazing when he replied, “That is true, but you get to choose

agree to your terms,” protested Kathleen. She was a little upset, and her beautiful eyes were glistening with tears

chuckled, his smile mysterious

her and replied, “This is the

Kathleen was taken aback.

committed the crime. However, your efforts

lip. “What do

to accept his gift for no

you to cook for me,” replied Samuel in a magnetic voice. “You don’t have to cook every

in astonishment. That’s

cold gaze landed on Kathleen, and he grinned. “If you find that to be troublesome,

would only end up hating

was something Samuel

her lip once more. “Do you have any

agree to that term,” answered Samuel. The lust in his eyes shone as though it were a caged

shut as if she had

I don’t want to be in your debt.

leave, but if you ever return, please cook for me again, okay?” He grinned. A dangerous and ambiguous

had helped solve a

to be in his debt, but she truly wanted to sever all

I can’t just leave with everything he gave me. He doesn’t owe me anything…

I am

you,” said Samuel

stood up and left with the folder

sipped his glass of warm water. A

simple-minded. Good thing she has Charles as her

moment. No, that’s not right. I should be the one to protect

as that thought ran past his mind, he picked up his phone

production team and make them chase Kylie away,” ordered Samuel mercilessly. “Also, Christopher’s grandfather set up an arranged marriage for Christopher when the latter

aback to hear

dear, Mr. Macari is getting a little too

just

put his phone away

locked in on his victim. I guess Mrs. Macari

held the folder with

“Take a look and deal with it however you

she turned around to

Charles. “Where