“Don’t worry. I’ve always been a man of my word,” Samuel assured before casually biting her ear again. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t even have the room to speak right now.”
“I’m hungry. I’m going to go make some pasta.” Kathleen diverted the topic and escaped right away.
Samuel revealed a frosty smile.
What a coward. I don’t know what she’s so scared of.
Out of nowhere, she turned back around. “Have you eaten yet?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
She flashed a smile that reached her eyes. “Okay.”
Following that, she turned and went to cook some food.
In the meantime, Samuel blow-dried his hair and put on some clothes.
At that moment, his phone rang.
It was a call from Nicolette.
He picked up and asked, “What is it?”
“When are you coming, Samuel?” Nicolette whined pathetically. “I have to undergo chemotherapy tomorrow. I’m scared.”
“I’m busy today…” Samuel had only just begun to answer when Kathleen walked over.
“The pasta’s done, Sam!” she announced.
Her voice left Nicolette stunned.
Is that Kathleen’s voice? Is he with her right now? What’s going on here? I’m sure she’s heard the recording. How could she be with him?
“All right,” Samuel responded with a nod. “I’ll come over right now.”
Kathleen, who didn’t know that he was on a call with Nicolette, grinned. “Don’t worry about it. Finish up whatever you’re doing while I go and make a few side dishes.”
Having said that, she stepped back out.
“Nicolette,” he murmured with his voice lowered.
“It’s okay, Samuel. I know you’re tired, so it’s fine if you don’t come and see me today,” Nicolette reassured and tried to seem understanding. “You should eat a bit more. Eat enough for the both of us.”
“Haven’t you eaten yet?” Samuel inquired indifferently.
“No. I don’t have much of an appetite,” she admitted and bit her lip. “I heard Kathleen say that she made some pasta for you two. I’d love to have some, too. The food they serve here isn’t appetizing at all.”
Actually, she had only said that so that Samuel would bring her the food that Kathleen had made.
It wasn’t because she actually wanted to eat the pasta.
Instead, Nicolette intended to let Kathleen know that Samuel would do whatever she asked for.
“I’ll get Tyson to bring you some,” he offered.
His words once again left Nicolette in a daze.
Is he not coming?
“It’s fine. I wasn’t being serious. You should go ahead and eat. I won’t bother you any longer,” Nicolette murmured miserably. “I’ll be fine alone, Samuel. When I was out of the country for the past three years, I handled everything on my own, whether it was about my illness or anything else. I can go through it all alone. You don’t need to bother with me.”
With that, she hung up the phone.
Samuel furrowed his brows.
What she had said made him intensely uncomfortable, but he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why.
After putting on his shirt, he went outside to see Kathleen walking out of the kitchen with some side dishes in her hands.
She wore pink casual clothes, and her long, silky hair was tied in a high ponytail. The aura she exuded was youthful and precious.
To top it all off, she was even wearing an apron with rabbit and carrot patterns on it.
No matter how one looked at her, she was the definition of adorable.
Even when she thought nobody was around, she still looked gentle and relaxed. There was no sense of pressure around her.
“Let’s eat, Sam,” she coaxed with a sweet smile on her face.
Samuel went over, and they made their way to the dining room.
Kathleen had prepared two plates of pasta.
There were eggs, shrimp, and ham on his plate.
As for hers, there was only pasta, eggs, and some vegetables.
“Why are you eating such plain food?” he asked while taking a seat.
After all, she was the one who liked eating ham the most.
“I’ll have trouble digesting heavy food this late at night,” she explained with a pout.
Honestly, she didn’t want to eat it at all.
In fact, she had the urge to throw up but held it in.
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