Kathleen had reached her limit. “Samuel, let’s live separately.”
Live separately?
Samuel furrowed his brows and said with a cold voice, “Do you think I would agree to that?”
With reddened eyes, she said, “Samuel, it doesn’t matter whether you agree or not. I can no longer live with someone who protects an evildoer! Benjamin nearly died because of Nicolette!”
Samuel’s face turned gloomy.
While holding back her tears, Kathleen said, “Samuel, that person has no reason to slander Nicolette. Neither do I. If anything happened to Benjamin, I would never forgive both of you.”
After she was done packing, she carried her suitcase and said, “If Benjamin really dies, I will be a widow for him. I owe it to him.”
With that said, Kathleen headed out.
Samuel narrowed his eyes, and a vicious glint flashed across them.
She wants to be a widow for another man?
When Kathleen reached the door, Samuel snatched the suitcase away from her hand and tossed it aside.
He raised her slender arms above her head and pressed her wrists against the door with his big hand.
Meanwhile, his other hand pinched her delicate chin. His cold breath fanned her face, and his eyes were so cold that they sent chills down her spine.
Samuel snapped, “You’re my wife, and you want to be a widow for another man? Kathleen, who gave you the courage to do so?”
A wave of pain washed over him.
Kathleen let out a bleak, cold laugh. “So what if I’m your wife? Aren’t I practically a widow anyway?”
Samuel’s eyes turned beyond grim.
“It seems like I haven’t been showing you enough care lately. That’s why you’re starting to have unrealistic thoughts.” He inched closer and said, “Since you’re not adhering to the promise we’ve made, I have no reason to hold back then.”
As he said those words, his big hand reached into Kathleen’s sweater.
“Let go of me!” Kathleen demanded as she struggled to break free.
She knew how rough Samuel could get.
She must do all she could to protect her child.
With no warmth in his eyes, Samuel stared at her and warned, “Kathleen, remember this. You’re my woman. Mine!”
Kathleen was terrified by his icy gaze.
She was afraid because she had never seen him like this.
Kathleen shook her head and said, “No! Don’t! I’ll give you time. I’m not leaving anymore. Let go of me!”
However, from Samuel’s point of view, she was only saying that to stop him from touching her.
Samuel let out a chuckle in his heart. She doesn’t want me to touch her? Is she saving herself for that man? I will never allow it!
He carried her in his arms and put her down on the couch in the living room.
“Samuel, don’t do this!” Kathleen cried.
She was overwhelmed with fear.
What if this causes a miscarriage?
Samuel disregarded her and removed all her clothes.
Kathleen’s skin was porcelain white and soft. She had a voluptuous body that Samuel was addicted to.
Samuel turned up the temperature of the room when he saw her shivering.
After that, he took off his own clothes as well.
Kathleen was well aware of how aggressive Samuel could be.
She trembled with fear, knowing that she would not be able to stop him.
With tears pouring down her face, Kathleen looked especially pitiful. “Sam… please be gentle. It hurts.”
She finally calls me Sam.
A hint of warmth returned to Samuel’s handsome yet darkened face.
He teased, “Keep calling me.”
With a trembling voice, she said, “Sam… Y-You end up hurting me every time. Please… I beg you. Please be gentle this time.”
He stared at her. “Every time?”
“I-It’s because you’re too impressive. So… please be more gentle,” she replied in fear.
Seeing how she looked like a frightened little rabbit, Samuel showed her some compassion.
Her tears were extremely effective against him.
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