Divorce Anxiety

“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.”

was slightly peeved by then. “Or is it that you don’t want to be family with me? I don’t mind

Kathleen always had

then turned

a sunny-side-up egg on it. The

and took a bite of it. Instantaneously, the corner of his thin lips arched up ever so slightly. She can never

back to the Johnson

the house, she heard Charles

“Where did you go? I hadn’t heard from

meal with Gemma and Benjamin,” Kathleen explained.

lips twitched. “You had only a meal with them? That’s still no

secretly angry, thinking that Kathleen was trying

“I met with Samuel as

down the stairs. “And here I thought

through with Samuel. From today onward, the two of us are only family members. He is something like a brother to me, and so are you. The two of you are brothers henceforth. Please

I will never be his brother. It’ll

him to the point where he no longer wants to be my family, he’ll come pestering me once again. When that happens, I won’t let you off so easily,” Kathleen uttered

Charles was rendered speechless.

made

really promise to be his family?”

peered at him. “That’s right.

can be true. But if it’s Samuel, I don’t believe it at all.”

a way for him to buy more time. I

But, at least, with a deal like this, he won’t intervene if we decide to leave one day. Otherwise, once everything is settled, do you honestly

Charles pursed his lips.

afraid of Samuel, Charles feared that Kathleen would be the one to pay

“You should learn to trust

taken aback

marched

Perhaps she’s actually clever but she doesn’t show it.

brought over an invitation. “Ms. Johnson, this is an invitation from the

surprised. The Morris

the invitation, then flipped it open. As she scanned through it,

Johnson. It’s from Felix Morris,” Maria answered. Kathleen immediately placed the invitation

is he inviting

and me, but in the end, the Morris

awkward in a heartbeat. “So should we give Christopher a

It’s obvious that he wants to speak with me alone. So what’s the use of calling Christopher?” Kathleen

on telling

truth.” Kathleen had no