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.

to think that just yesterday, you promised you won’t

when he replied, “That is true, but you get

choice? 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

a folder to her and replied, “This is the evidence you

Kathleen was taken aback.

smile. “With this, you can prove that Ivan committed the crime. However, your efforts will be for naught

lip. “What

accept his gift

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

stared in astonishment. That’s

that to

stopped her, she would only

something Samuel knew

her lip once more. “Do you have any other

never agree to that term,” answered Samuel. The lust in his eyes shone as though it were

shut as if she had figured

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

You can stop cooking if you wish to leave, but if you ever return, please cook for me again, okay?” He grinned. A dangerous and ambiguous aura seeped out

her had helped solve

style, she would not want to be in his debt,

with everything he gave me. He doesn’t owe me anything… at least not where

I am

said Samuel

left with the folder right

sipped his glass of warm water. A small

too simple-minded. Good thing she has Charles as her

should be the one to protect her. I won’t let

thought ran past his mind, he

pressure 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 and find some way to

was taken aback to

dear, Mr. Macari is

and just do

He put his

in on his victim. I guess Mrs. Macari is

the folder with her and

handed it to him and said, “Take a look and deal with it however you see fit. I have to

all that, she

on,” called out Charles. “Where did you