In the evening, Samuel returned home as the sun was setting.
Kathleen had been drawing.
When she heard sounds coming from outside the door, she immediately got up.
A look of surprise appeared on her fair and delicate face when she went out. “Y-You’re back?”
Samuel stared at her.
Why is she so shaken up? I just happen to get off work on time.
“I told you I’ll come back earlier, didn’t I?” Samuel said flatly. “You seem unhappy.”
In the past, Kathleen would always welcome him warmly when he returned.
She would even jump into his arms if he was in a better mood.
Now, she did not seem very happy.
“No, I’m not unhappy.” Even Kathleen herself wasn’t sure if she was happy or not.
Perhaps it was because Samuel had disappointed her too many times, so much so that she did not know what to feel anymore.
“Wash your hands and come to dinner.” Samuel said coldly.
“Okay,” Kathleen replied indifferently.
She went to the bathroom to wash up.
Just then, a tall shadow suddenly shrouded her.
Samuel reached out and held her hands. “I’ll help you.”
“I’m not a child.” Kathleen puffed her cheeks. She looked cute that way.
“So… I can’t help if you’re not a child?” Samuel gave her a gentle peck on the cheek.
Kathleen wanted to evade him, but she was trapped in Samuel’s arms.
Her body was quite soft.
Dirty thoughts aroused in Samuel’s mind as she squirmed in his arms.
“Don’t move.” Samuel’s voice was deep and hoarse. “If you keep moving, I’ll eat you before dinner.”
Kathleen bit her lip angrily. “One month!”
“It’s less than a month.” Samuel smiled.
Kathleen remained silent. She gritted her teeth.
Samuel helped her wash her hands before letting her go.
Once Kathleen was freed from his arms, she headed to the dining room and waited for him.
Samuel came soon after.
He sat down.
Maria had already prepared dinner.
Kathleen and Samuel dug in once they were seated.
They did not interact with each other at all throughout the meal.
Samuel was used to Kathleen telling him everything about her day.
He found it odd that she was being so quiet.
“What have you been doing today?” Samuel asked.
“I’ve been painting.” Kathleen knew that she couldn’t hide from Samuel the fact that she was working for Federick.
Since it was impossible to hide it, Kathleen did not wish to make things difficult for herself.
Samuel’s face darkened. “Are you really going to keep this job?”
Kathleen glanced at him calmly. “This job isn’t embarrassing you, is it?”
Samuel looked at her coldly. “Do you think that’s what I meant?”
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