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.

angry that she chuckled out loud. “Hah! And to think

he replied, “That is true, but you get to choose whether you

won’t let me have that evidence unless I agree to your terms,” protested Kathleen. She was a little upset, and

chuckled, his smile mysterious and

a folder to her and replied, “This

Kathleen was taken aback.

you can prove that Ivan committed

lip. “What

to accept his gift for

voice. “You don’t have to cook

stared in

you find that to be troublesome, then feel free to just leave. I won’t

he had stopped her, she would only end up hating

something Samuel knew all

lip once more.

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

clamped her lips shut as if she had figured out what that

I will cook for you, but only because I don’t want to be in your

fine. You can stop cooking if you wish to leave, but if you ever return, please cook for me again, okay?” He grinned.

had helped solve a huge

Kathleen’s style, she would not want to be in his debt, but

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

for you if I am free.”

said Samuel

up and left with the

his glass of warm water. A small grin crept

Charles as her brother. If that weren’t the

should be the one to protect her. I won’t let her get hurt so long as I am

ran past his mind,

ordered Samuel mercilessly. “Also, Christopher’s grandfather set up an arranged marriage for Christopher when the latter was a baby. Look into the matter and find some

aback

Macari is getting a little

dilly-dallying and just do it,”

Tyson. He put his

locked in on his victim. I guess Mrs. Macari

folder with her and

him and said, “Take a look and deal with

all that, she

on,” called out Charles. “Where did