Chapter 879 The Man In The Silver Mask Part Four
Natalie’s eyes narrowed sharply to a slit the instant his voice trailed off, and it took a while for her to compose herself.
“You have to be kidding me, surely. Am I right, Mr. York?”
“Did I give the game away?” Knowing that that might have exceeded her boundaries, Samuel accepted the opportunity she provided to backpedal.
“Whatever that was, I’m sorry to say that I wasn’t amused.” Natalie’s slender brows bunched up in seriousness. “I am quite sincere about repaying you, but may I ask that you not try to have a laugh at my expense? The affair of the heart is an extravagance that I can neither afford to deal with nor clamor after, ever again.”
Once bitten, twice shy.
That episode with Samuel had stung her so badly that just the very thought of it had her hurting.
Though Natalie’s visage was pretty much bereft of emotion, Samuel was nonetheless able to sense through his silver mask that she was merely putting on a brave front.
He wanted so badly to reach out and caress her lovely face, which made it a massive struggle for him to refrain from doing so.
“If you’ve nothing else for me, Mr. York, I shall like to take my leave.”
After extending a bow toward Samuel, Natalie about-faced and departed.
While Samuel watched her silhouette drift away from view, the knuckles that clung to his sides wound themselves so tightly that they started crackling.
By the time Natalie returned to her own place, it was already five in the morning.
The first thing she did when she got back in was to head upstairs to check on her five children. She could not help but be amused by the haphazard postures they had adopted on their own beds amidst their slumbering and collected herself enough to tuck in their little hands and feet tidily under the blankets.
Whatever frustrations she had endured prior dissipated as soon as she laid her eyes on that adorable quintet.
She could not resist smiling, for in spite of everything, there was the certainty of having a home wherever they were at.
The first light of dawn had already broken beyond the windows by the time she was done attending to the children, and since she was no longer fatigued, she decided to go downstairs to fix them some breakfast.
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