Kathleen did not believe him. “Will you?”
“You’ll find out when you come over to my place,” Samuel replied with a raspy voice.
With that, he put down his long arm that was pressing the door shut.
Kathleen bolted out of the room right after that, as though she was running away from a savage beast.
Smirking, Samuel muttered under his breath, “You can’t escape me.”
Kathleen found Charles and grabbed his hand. ”Let’s go, Charles!”
With a glance at her lips, Charles asked, “Did Samuel bully you?”
Kathleen’s lipstick had faded, indicating that she had been kissed.
Kathleen’s cheeks flushed red. She barked, “Don’t bring him up!”
Charles realized that his speculation was true.
Samuel, you b*stard!
Kathleen got into the car and fastened her seat belt.
Charles asked as he started the engine, “Do you know what Vanessa told me?”
Kathleen shook her head.
“She told me that Nicolette has been living in a mansion over the past year. Someone called Melvin Lambert had been taking good care of her. Apart from restricted movement, she’s living quite comfortably.”
Kathleen’s fingers clenched tightly when she heard that.
I knew Samuel couldn’t bear to see Nicolette suffer at all. He has taken great measures to protect her.
Kathleen snorted. “I never expect him to be kind to me. Charles, you don’t need to tell me about this. I won’t go back to him.”
“I’m glad you understand.” Charles was worried that Kathleen might still be pining for Samuel.
Ten years of unrequited love isn’t something one can forget overnight. If Kathleen can let it go, she wouldn’t have… Forget about it. I have to tell Samuel to stop pestering her.
Charles took Kathleen to the filming set. He looked deeply into her eyes. “Kate, don’t be afraid of anything. I’m here for you.”
She nodded in acknowledgement.
“Have a good rest. I’ll get you a script today. Don’t think about anything else,” Charles reminded.
“Okay, Charles. Drive safe,” she said warmly.
“Of course. Get in, then.” Charles nodded.
Kathleen turned around and went inside.
After that, Charles lit up a cigarette.
Looking up, he saw the Maybach parked not far away from him.
Charles snorted at the coincidence. He got out of his car and walked over to the Maybach.
Samuel opened the car door and asked in a chilling tone, “Are you getting in, or should I come out?”
“Samuel, leave my sister alone. Kathleen doesn’t like you anymore. Do you understand?” Charles threatened viciously.
“No, I don’t,” Samuel replied nonchalantly.
Charles bared his teeth at him. “You truly have no shame, haven’t you? Do you remember how you treated Kathleen all these years?”
“I know I’ve wronged her in the past. I’ll make up for it. I want to treat her well in the future,” Samuel said in a low voice.
“In the future?” Charles laughed in exasperation. “Do you think you have a future with her? You allowed your woman to do whatever she pleased with Kathleen. A sc*mbag like you should be locked up with that b*tch! You should stay together! That way, you won’t cause any harm to other people!”
Samuel’s face turned gloomy as he warned, ”I won’t hit you because I don’t want to upset Kathleen, but that doesn’t mean that I’m afraid of you.”
Charles burst into laughter when he heard the threat. “Do you honestly think Kathleen will appreciate this?”
Samuel did not say a word.
“Fine. I’ll go to the Morris family and let Kathleen marry Christopher as soon as possible. Let’s see if you dare to cling to a married woman. Hah! She will be your sister-in-law in the future!” Charles fumed.
Samuel glared at him in response.
Emanating a cold aura, Charles left with a cigarette in his mouth.
Samuel twiddled the wedding ring in his hand. I’ll never let Kathleen marry another man.
The next day, Kathleen got up and went out to attend the recording.
The production team made the task more difficult for the participants today.
“Here’s the deal. Many people want to come for dinner, but they don’t have the time. So, your task today is to make fifty takeaways and deliver them. We’ll give you the address later,” Cain informed them.
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