Nicolette’s return to the Yoeger family had nothing to do with Kathleen.
She only wanted to find out about her mother’s past and identity.
That was all she wanted.
That night, Kathleen tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep.
After all, Nicolette’s existence perturbed her.
Shouldn’t Samuel be worried about Nicolette’s safety to release her now? Won’t he be scared that I would take revenge on her? Or is he confident about his capability to protect her? Right, perhaps he’s that confident.
However, Kathleen despised Nicolette for causing death to her two unborn children because of Nicolette’s selfishness, only wanting to save herself.
She didn’t even let me off!
However, Kathleen had never thought of killing Nicolette because it was illegal.
If Nicolette were to provoke her, Kathleen wouldn’t let her go.
Glancing at Valerie, who was sleeping on the couch, Kathleen didn’t wake her up. Instead, she covered herself with a coat and walked toward the balcony to enjoy the breeze.
In reality, she didn’t know why she felt so conflicted.
She had repeatedly told herself that it mattered nothing to her, even if Samuel liked Nicolette.
However, bitter resentment and anger washed over her.
Perhaps Samuel didn’t even take my unborn children seriously. After all, he had never care of them. Hence, it’s normal that he was unconcerned about it, but…
Kathleen lowered her head as tears rolled down her cheeks.
My babies…
“Why don’t you know how to take care of your body?” Samuel’s frosty voice rang out behind her.
Kathleen was startled.
Then, she turned around and looked at Samuel coldly before saying, “It’s late now. Why are you here?”
“What about you?” Samuel took a step forward and looked down at her, a head shorter than himself, from high above.
One year was neither long nor short.
Kathleen wasn’t as innocent and young as before and had adorably puffy cheeks back then. However, her delicate facial features grew sharper and more exquisite now. Moreover, her pair of sparkly eyes weren’t seductive. Instead, they were crystal clear.
“I’m here for some fresh air.” Kathleen pursed her lips and continued, “I’m going back now.”
With that, she walked past Samuel.
The next instant, he grabbed at her wrist and asked in a deep voice, “Why are you crying?”
“It’s the wind,” Kathleen answered calmly.
Samuel’s voice became heavier as he said, “You’re lying to me.”
Kathleen shoved his hand away and said in annoyance, “You don’t know me!”
The next moment, Samuel immediately blocked her path and said in a husky voice, “At least I can tell when you’re telling lies.”
“Haha!” Kathleen let out a self-deprecating laugh. “Oh! You sure have sharp eyes, Mr. Macari! Then do you know why I want to lie to you?”
Samuel’s eyes darkened as he heard her words. “It’s because you’re trying to brush me off.”
“Yeah, you’re right! I’m glad that you know yourself well.” Kathleen sighed and continued, “I’m brushing you off on purpose. Plus, I dislike you, and I hate you! I’ve got nothing to do with you! So, can you leave me alone?”
Samuel froze at that.
“Samuel, I’ve asked you to spare me, haven’t I?” A pang of painful sensation hit her head as she continued, “Stop torturing me. Aren’t you pestering me just to vent your anger, for I have dumped you?”
“No, I’m not.” Samuel’s gaze fell. An unbearable feeling rose within him as he witnessed Kathleen break down before him. Then, he swallowed his pride and said apologetically, “Kate, I’m sorry. I really am.”
Glancing over at him, she saw his eyes were red.
Kathleen smiled faintly. “Why do you have to keep pestering me, then? Do you want me to die?”
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