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.
tears still flowed
his head and kissed her
taken aback as she thought that Samuel was just trying
was stunned and actually
carried her out of
their condominium unit, he entered Kathleen’s birthdate and opened
they were back to a familiar
her down, but he placed
some medicated
some medications stored in
often
her skin was delicate, a light
in bed, and Kathleen’s soft skin would end up
would be able to take good care of her
about that, Benjamin’s face popped up
to have. Furthermore, he was quite good-looking. Although he could not compare with Samuel, he could still captivate naïve young women like Kathleen who had barely stepped
eyes turned
the fact that he was going to lose such a beautiful, sweet,
cream on
avoid him, but his long and well-defined arm
his grip after he
the way to the end of the
darkened face, he questioned, “Why
was really testing his patience every now and
the blanket over her. “You are not needed here. Go and care for
was very tired and
lot of things had happened that day, so she needed to process everything in her mind and think about how she could end the
said that she wanted to get
man for ten years, but she could give up
heart immensely, she
had been aching too
still carrying a child, so she would still
go when you fall
Kathleen snapped, “Samuel, do you know how cruel you are in doing this to me? I’d rather you don’t stay here with me. You might as well just leave here for
her too well
go to sleep.” Samuel’s face turned
were very visible
will sleep even without you telling me
was not healthy for her
she lay down. With a hoarse voice, she said, “Samuel, I will wait for you at the City Hall at twelve in the
closed her eyes
her pale but delicate face, and a flash
Benjamin. Is that man really that good? How could he make her brush off Diana’s love
not have
dreamed of her mom
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?