All Too Late novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318 I Will Not Remarry

“Stop right there.” Samuel’s voice was low and husky.

Gizem halted her footsteps and asked indifferently, “How may I help you, Mr. Macari?”

The man shot an emotionless glance at her. “It was my bad earlier.”

She paused for a moment before striding toward him. “I never thought you’d apologize.”

“I took a peek earlier. Perhaps, you and my wife are both experts in traditional medicine, so you both like to add some medicinal herbs to the dishes, hence why they tasted rather familiar.” His gaze never left her as he spoke.

“Perhaps,” stated Gizem quietly.

“I have two kids. I have to be cautious,” he stated, his tone aloof.

“I understand.”

“You’re able to understand where I’m coming from?” Evidently, the man was quite surprised to hear that.

“I, too, had… a child.” Gizem explained, “However, I’ve never met him because he passed away shortly after birth. If he were still alive, I would likely react the same way you did.”

“You were married before?”

“I don’t know either, but I know both my child and his father have passed away.”

A deep crease formed between Samuel’s eyebrows. He couldn’t help but query, “You don’t know if you’ve been married before?”

“I lost my memories, so there are plenty of things I can’t remember,” she elucidated.

Samuel nodded slowly upon hearing about the woman’s past.

“Mr. Macari, I don’t harbor any evil intentions toward you and your children. I’m here solely because you pay well, and I’m here to earn money,” Gizem clarified.

Not a single word came out of Samuel’s mouth, but his expression looked rather grim.

Truth be told, he didn’t exactly believe her explanation.

Saying that adding medicinal herbs to her cooking made her bear some resemblance to Kathleen earlier was all for the sake of calming her down.

Something was indeed wrong with this woman standing before him, but it wasn’t time to expose her just yet.

He still needed a little bit of evidence.

“It’s getting late, so I’ll head back now,” remarked Gizem.

After seeing the man nod in response, she turned around and left.

Samuel’s eyes fell on the tranquil lake after he retracted his gaze.

That woman’s cooking tasted exactly like Kathleen’s. Does that mean she knows Kathleen, or perhaps, they have her?

The following morning, the incessant ringing of a doorbell echoed throughout the manor.

Maria hurried to the door and opened it.

What followed next was Charles bursting into the residence, his sudden arrival taking the housekeeper by surprise.

“Mr. Johnson?”

“Where’s Desi?” he asked, his tone laced with urgency.

“Ms. Desi is—”

Before Maria could form a complete sentence, Desi was already running down the stairs. “Uncle Charles!”

“Desi!” Charles strode toward her, squatted down, and pulled the little girl into a warm embrace.

Desi wrapped her arms around her uncle’s neck, her voice crisp as she asked, “Uncle Charles, why are you here?”

“Your daddy said you’re unwell, so I came over. How are you feeling now?” he asked concernedly.

“I feel fine.”

Charles put the girl down and scanned her from head to toe. “Are you really fine?”

Desi nodded in response, but that only made Charles’ expression dim.

I’ve definitely been set up.

Just then, Samuel came downstairs.

Shooting a fierce glare at the man descending the stairs, Charles thundered, “Samuel Macari, you *ssh*le! You used Desi to deceive me!”

“She’s indeed feeling unwell and was discharged from the hospital yesterday. Fortunately, it wasn’t something serious. I wanted to let you know there’s no need to come yesterday, but I forgot.”

Samuel’s calm and aloof tone rendered Charles speechless.

The former then shot a look at his daughter, who promptly understood the signal and began, “Uncle Charles, I missed you, so, so much!”

Desi was an adorable little girl and extremely skilled at winning hearts. No one would be able to resist her charm.

“I miss you too,” said Charles as he hugged her.

“If you’re not feeling well next time, remember to let me know. Don’t let a certain somebody… relay any false information,” he reminded.

Desi nodded obediently, and at that moment, Eil had also come downstairs.

“Uncle Charles.”