Chapter 11 Live To See My Own Wedding
After Kathleen finished her sentence, she got into the car.
She curled up in the back seat.
It was not what she had intended.
She had wanted to say her goodbyes to him in goodwill before divorcing, but Samuel kept agitating her.
Samuel got into the car, sat by her side, and asked the driver to start driving.
He did not look at Kathleen throughout the journey, but his eyes flashed with mixed emotions.
When they arrived at the bottom of the condominium, both Kathleen and Samuel got out of the car.
“Why are you coming up? Aren’t you rushing to the hospital to accompany Nicolette?” Kathleen asked coldly.
Samuel frowned. “Kathleen, this is my home, too.”
Kathleen pursed her lips and turned to walk away.
She knew that it was Samuel’s home, but she felt that he had never treated it as such.
He had never cared enough for this family.
Samuel noticed that Kathleen was limping as she walked.
He quickly caught up in large strides, held her by her wrist, and pulled her into his arms before lifting her up to carry her.
At that moment, Kathleen’s tiny chin quivered slightly, and her eyes welled up with tears.
She was not a particularly resilient person. Ever since she lost her mom and dad, she cried very often.
However, she always held it in so that no one could tell.
Nonetheless, in the face of Samuel, she could not help but break down.
She wrapped her arms around Samuel’s neck as her tears trickled down continuously. It was a heartbreaking sight to behold.
Samuel softened as he watched her cry pitifully. “What a baby.”
Kathleen pursed her lips.
Samuel carried her and walked into the elevator.
Kathleen was still crying.
Irritated, Samuel said, “Stop crying.”
Seeing her cry made him feel frustrated.
Kathleen’s tears still
kissed her lips to seal her
she thought that Samuel was just trying to
was stunned
Samuel carried her out
doorstep of their condominium unit, he entered Kathleen’s birthdate and
they were back to a familiar
her down, but he placed her on the bed
he took out some
some medications stored in the
she often knocked into something by
skin was delicate, a light
Kathleen’s soft skin would end up in
would be able to take good
that, Benjamin’s face popped up in his
he was quite good-looking. Although he could not compare with Samuel, he could still captivate naïve young
Samuel’s eyes
going to lose such a
applied the cream on Kathleen’s
him, but his long and well-defined arm held firmly on her
only loosened his grip after
the end of
a darkened face, he questioned, “Why are
really testing his patience every now and
not needed
tired and
in her
that she wanted to get divorced first
love a man for ten years, but she could
it would break her heart immensely, she
been aching
was still carrying a child, so
go when you fall asleep,” Samuel replied
know how cruel you are in doing this to
treating her too well and
go to sleep.” Samuel’s face
were very visible by
without you telling me to,” Kathleen
up the whole night was not healthy
her blanket, she lay down. With a hoarse voice, she said, “Samuel, I will wait for you
that, she closed her
pale but delicate face, and a flash of coldness went past
is to divorce me. Don’t tell me it’s because of that Benjamin. Is that man really that good? How could he make her brush off Diana’s love for her and take the matter into her own hands first before informing
not have
her mom and
They were covered in blood from head to toe, and their faces were disfigured. Even their limbs were mutilated.
She wanted to throw up, but she could not do so.
Gemma wailed while hugging her.
Meanwhile, she stared at her dead parents with a pale face. Her body became chilled all over.
“Dad! Mom!” Kathleen yelled. “Don’t leave me! No!”
“Kathleen! Kathleen!” Samuel was about to leave when Kathleen started having nightmares.
Sitting at the bedside, Samuel shook her shoulders. “Wake up, Kathleen!”
“Dad! Mom! Don’t go! Don’t leave me alone… Bring me with you, please?” Kathleen was still in her bad dream.
Samuel frowned. His efforts in waking her up were futile.
Left with no choice, he pulled her with her blanket into his arms and lightly patted her back. In a deep magnetic voice, he consoled, “Kate, don’t cry. I won’t leave you. Don’t cry, okay?”
Gradually, Kathleen quietened down.
Samuel continued hugging her. He was afraid that the moment he put her down, she would cry again.
At that moment, Nicolette sent a message to Samuel: Samuel, are you not here yet?
As though words were precious, Samuel gave a one-word reply: Yeah.
Nicolette texted: Have you found Kathleen?
Samuel paused for a while before sending: No.
Nicolette frowned.
He hasn’t found her yet? Kathleen can’t be hiding on purpose, right?
Nicolette then wrote: Samuel, if there’s really no choice, why not call the police?
Samuel replied: What’s the point of calling the police? The person lost is not their wife.
Nicolette froze.
She was deeply agitated by the word “wife” from Samuel.
Is Samuel acknowledging Kathleen as his wife? How is that possible? What if these are sent by Kathleen herself? Kathleen, that pig! She must be using the most extreme tactics and doing whatever she can to get Samuel.
With that thought in her mind, Nicolette texted: Samuel, is that really you?
Samuel: What do you mean by if it is really me?
Nicolette: Because you used the word “wife.” How would you admit that Kathleen is your wife?
Samuel flipped the records and replied indifferently: It’s just an analogy. If something really happens to Kathleen, my grandma will hold me accountable. She has not recovered from her illness yet. The divorce is put on hold for now.
Deep rage arose briefly from within Nicolette’s eyes.
What did he say? The divorce is put on hold for now? Does he know how long I’ve been waiting for this day? That Kathleen really has some abilities and tactics to make Samuel change his mind in just a day.
Nicolette then replied in a pretentious way: I know you are concerned about your grandma—so am I. It’s okay. I can wait. But I don’t know if I can wait till the day I get a bone marrow transplant from a donor. Am I really not going to live to see my own wedding?