Kathleen got out of her bed after Diana and the rest had left.
Looking at the evening gown hanging next to her, she smile resignedly.
She mumbled to herself, “I won’t be getting another chance to wear you in the future.”
In truth, she did not actually feel regretful.
She did not really care whether she could go to the dinner or not.
It was just that Samuel’s attitude that day had truly disappointed her.
Apart from Nicolette being the reason Samuel did not want her to go to the dinner, she was sure another reason was that he thought she did not deserve to go.
I am merely an orphan.
Of course, I would not have the right to attend a dinner of this sort.
We do not belong to the same social class.
Once she figured this out, she was no longer as upset as before.
It all came down to the fact that she did not deserve it.
She walked to her desk and started drawing.
It was only by burying herself in work that she would not feel the pain.
Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door softly.
At the same time, she heard Christopher’s warm voice. “Kathleen, are you in there?”
Kathleen was taken aback.
She stood up and walked over to open the door.
Indeed, it was Christopher who stood outside her room.
Christopher was clad in a dark grey coat and a black turtleneck, looking classy and handsome.
“Chris?” Kathleen was surprised. “I heard from Wynnie that the Morris family is on the guest list too.”
“I didn’t go.” Christopher smiled slightly. He then held up the box in his hand. “I brought fried chicken.”
“Fried chicken! My favorite!” Kathleen was delighted.
Christopher really knows me well!
Upon seeing the sparkle in Kathleen’s eyes, the smile on Christopher’s face broadened. “Come downstairs and have some?”
“Yeah, that sounds great. We could watch a movie too.” Kathleen stretched to loosen her tight shoulders. Coincidentally, she was feeling a bit tired.
“All right.” Christopher nodded.
Kathleen followed him downstairs.
“Chris, is it really okay that you don’t go to the dinner?” Kathleen asked in surprise.
“It’s all right. My parents are there to represent the family. There shouldn’t be a problem,” Christopher replied in a gentle voice.
“How did you know I didn’t go to the dinner?” she questioned dubiously.
“I… just know.” He then continued in a tender voice, “Go wash your hands. I’ll bring the fried chicken to the living room.”
“Okay!”
Christopher’s heart melted at how obedient she was being for him.
His disdain for Samuel grew even stronger.
If he were in Samuel’s shoes, all he wanted to do was to pamper such a lovely girl like Kathleen.
Christopher and Kathleen entered the living room. Sitting down, she asked, “Chris, what do you feel like watching?”
“I’ll watch whatever you feel like watching.” Christopher was okay with anything she wanted.
Kathleen stared at the television screen, her lips in a pout. She held the remote control in her hand, flicking from movie to movie.
All the while, Christopher stared at her tenderly, taking in all the tiny expressions on her face.
At last, Kathleen settled on watching a heartwarming film, the famous Hachi: A Dog’s Tale.
At the end of the movie, she had barely touched the fried chicken as she was crying uncontrollably.
Christopher handed her some tissues. “Stop crying. If you continue to cry, you’ll hurt your eyes.”
Kathleen accepted the tissues from him. “You don’t understand. Sometimes, when you’re in a bad mood, you just have to cry it out.”
“Would you feel better after you cried?” he asked curiously.
Kathleen shook her head. “No.”
He furrowed his brows in response. “Kathleen, do you know you’ve lost weight?”
Kathleen pursed her lips.
Indeed, she had lost weight again.
Even though she had been eating like normal, she still somehow lost weight.
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