Cynthia saw that Samuel was looking at them unhappily.
She said lightly, “Hurry up and finish up the last few.”
“Okay.” Samuel’s temper was non-existent in front of her.
Kathleen put down the plate and fork. “Granny, what else do you need me to do?” she asked.
“Take out the plates and forks and place them on the table for everyone,” said Cynthia while smiling.
“Got it.” Kathleen went to the cabinet and took out the tableware.
She was familiar with the place.
Samuel was a little surprised when he saw that Kathleen had skillfully found all the things needed from various places.
“You all are always busy, so Kathleen usually comes over to keep me company on weekdays.” Cynthia didn’t look at Samuel as she spoke. “You probably don’t know about this.”
Samuel didn’t utter a word.
Cynthia said coldly, “Samuel, we like Katie not because she has helped the Macari family or because she is your wife. She has her charms. Sometimes, I can’t help but think how much of a pity it is that such a good girl ended up with you.”
Was Samuel good?
That was for sure.
In Cynthia’s eyes, Samuel was the most outstanding child.
Despite that, the way he treated Kathleen couldn’t be considered “good.”
Samuel looked at the busy little figure in the kitchen.
He didn’t know that Kathleen cared so much for his family.
Cynthia finished filling in the last ravioli. She said, “It’s done. Go and wash your hands.”
“Okay.” Samuel walked to the bathroom to clean his hands.
Kathleen was there too.
“You want to wash your hands? I’ll be done soon,” she said while washing her hands.
Samuel stepped forward, and his warm chest pressed against her back. He put his hands under the faucet before resting his chin on her shoulder. “Help me wash them. I can’t do it.”
Kathleen blushed and wondered, Why can’t you do it yourself?
“Wash them yourself,” she retorted awkwardly.
“If you don’t help me wash them, I won’t let you go. Even Granny won’t be able to save you, so figure it out yourself.” Samuel slightly curled his lips.
Kathleen said angrily, “Y-You are a scoundrel!”
He always likes to make things difficult for others.
“Hurry up and wash them. Aren’t you hungry?” Samuel asked with a faint smile.
Kathleen was furious. Eventually, her soft little hands wrapped around Samuel’s as she gave in.
First, she made his hands wet. Then, Kathleen squeezed a little hand soap onto her palms and scrubbed them till it foamed up. After that, she rubbed the foam on his hands.
Samuel kept staring at the lithe figure of his wife in his arms.
She was even cuter when she was acting soft and shy.
Samuel thought for a moment and whispered in her ear, “Kate, we are not divorcing.”
Kathleen was stunned.
What did he just call me?
She turned off the water and turned around. Shooting Samuel a strange look, she asked, “Did a screw in your head come loose?”
Her words caused Samuel to be speechless.
“Wipe your hands clean and come out to eat.” Kathleen pushed him away and walked out.
Samuel remained silent.
Did she not feel anything?
Samuel came out of the bathroom and saw that Kathleen and the others were already waiting for him.
He walked over and automatically sat beside Kathleen.
“Okay, let’s eat,” Cynthia said with a smile.
Kathleen and the others waited for Cynthia to pick up her fork before they started eating.
Kathleen took a piece of ravioli and started eating it.
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