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.”

too. So why can’t you spend my money instead?” Samuel was slightly peeved by then. “Or

Kathleen always had difficulty winning an argument

turned around

egg on it.

corner of his thin lips arched up

walked back to

stepped into the house, she heard

“Where did you go?

a meal with Gemma and Benjamin,” Kathleen explained. “I

a meal with them? That’s still no excuse to return so

Kathleen was trying to mislead him with a

confessed, “I met with

the stairs. “And here I thought it was him

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

never be his brother.

to the point where he no longer wants to be my

Charles was rendered speechless.

promptly made her way

you really promise to be his family?” Charles found the

“That’s right. You don’t believe

it’s someone else, then I do believe that it can be true. But if it’s Samuel, I don’t believe it at

is way too cunning. His proposal to merely be Kathleen’s family is probably just a way for him to buy more time. I bet it’s so that he could get

at Charles flatly. She then spoke with indifference. “Charles, not even I know what Samuel is planning. 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 believe that he will let us

Charles pursed his lips.

be the one to pay for it if

was not a fool. “You should learn to trust in

aback

marched up

then let out a deep, long sigh. Perhaps she’s actually clever but she doesn’t show it. Some things are

Kathleen was having breakfast when Maria brought over an invitation.

was surprised.

scanned through it, Kathleen began to grin from ear to ear. “This is from

Maria answered. Kathleen immediately placed the invitation

he inviting

between Christopher and me, but in the end, the Morris family

a heartbeat. “So should

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

on telling them?”

Kathleen had no desire