All Too Late novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225 Taking Back The Pictures

Kathleen was at a loss for words.

Charles is at Caleb’s place?

“I called him over,” admitted Caleb sheepishly. “But I wasn’t being sneaky or anything. My sister is sometimes lucid, sometimes not. She said she wanted to see your brother.”

Kathleen nodded in understanding.

“I’m leaving now.” Caleb opened the door, only to see Samuel standing there.

The expression he bore was dark as he glared at them, but he was also quite out of breath.

Seeing Caleb coming out of Kathleen’s room, Samuel was clearly unhappy.

“Well, I’m off, then.” Caleb patted Kathleen’s head and turned away.

For some reason, Kathleen was a little embarrassed.

She looked at Samuel and asked, “Why are you here?”

“I heard there was a power outage.” She could see Samuel’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke.

And you’re afraid of the dark.

“I’m all right. Caleb happened to be around,” replied Kathleen. So that’s why he’s here.

Samuel pursed his thin lips.

She must have been terrified at that time, but there was another man by her side. Caleb was smiling so heartily before I arrived, too.

Something agitated Samuel, and he began to cough.

Kathleen immediately walked over to support him. “Come in and sit down.”

“Okay.” Samuel nodded and walked into Kathleen’s room.

A cursory glance of the room showed that it was spick and span.

His breath suddenly eased quite a little.

Kathleen helped him onto the bed and sat down. “Why are you panting so much?”

“The power has just been restored, and the elevator can’t be used yet. I was worried that you’d be afraid and alone, so I ran all the way up here.” Samuel’s breathing had yet to slow down.

“You should mind your physical condition.” Kathleen frowned.

“I’m worried about you.” Samuel looked at her deeply, his voice getting lower and lower. “I was truly worried.”

“I know,” Kathleen said. “But you can’t do anything too strenuous for a while. What if something happens?”

“Okay.” Samuel was very obedient.

Kathleen breathed a sigh of relief.

Samuel looked at the table beside him and asked, “You haven’t eaten yet?”

“Yeah,” Kathleen said. “Caleb sent this over. He made it himself.”

Samuel didn’t speak.

Why, I could do this too!

“Have you eaten? Would you like to share some?” Kathleen asked.

Samuel shook his head. He couldn’t stomach anything his rival made.

Why did I not think of this sooner?

“I’ve spoken to Caleb. He promised to give me the medicines,” said Kathleen between bites of food.

Samuel pursed his lips.

He could feel a certain ache in the depths of his heart.

“By the way, aren’t you leaving?” Kathleen asked in confusion.

“I just came.” Samuel looked at her deeply.

Kathleen took a sip of water before replying, “But I’m going to sleep.”

Are you driving me away, then? I’m guessing something happened between the two. They looked odder than usual. Samuel did not care that Caleb knew how to make women happy. What he was concerned about was Kathleen’s heart.

Kathleen did not look at Samuel, but she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“I’m going back.” Samuel stood up, a gloomy expression on his face.

Kathleen pursed her lips. “All right.”

Samuel walked to the door and then stopped to look at Kathleen.

Kathleen paid him no mind; her gaze was directed at the window in front of her.