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.

loud. “Hah! And to think that just yesterday, you promised you won’t make things difficult

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

It’s not really a choice when you won’t let me have that evidence unless I agree to your terms,” protested Kathleen. She was a little upset, and her beautiful eyes were glistening with tears from being

his smile mysterious

a folder to her and replied, “This

Kathleen was taken aback.

a smile. “With this, you can prove that Ivan committed the crime. However, your efforts will be for naught if he refuses to betray

bit her lip. “What do

his gift

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

stared in

and he grinned. “If you find that to be troublesome, then feel free to just leave. I won’t stop

had stopped her, she would

Samuel knew

her lip once more. “Do you

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

clamped her lips shut as if she had

you, but only because I don’t want to be in your debt. However, I will leave at any

if you ever return, please cook for me again, okay?” He grinned. A dangerous and ambiguous aura seeped out of his

her had helped

she would not want to be in his debt, but she truly wanted

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

cook for you if I am free.” She nodded

said Samuel

stood up and left with the

glass of warm water. A small grin crept

simple-minded. Good thing she has Charles as her brother. If that weren’t the

that’s not right. I should be the one to

his mind, he picked up his phone to

on the 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 was a baby. Look into the matter

aback to

Macari is getting

just

Tyson. He put

in on his

folder with her and

look and deal with it however you see fit. I

saying all that, she

out Charles. “Where did