Samuel was taken aback by Cedric’s words.
My grandma? Why did she do that?
“That isn’t necessarily a bad thing. You and Nicolette’s suffering is finally coming to an end,” Cedric replied.
“I’m hanging up.” Feeling annoyed, Samuel ended the call.
He wanted to call Diana. Nevertheless, he felt that it was unnecessary to do so.
For some reason, Samuel felt a pang of sadness at that moment. It made him feel uneasy.
Samuel stubbed out his cigarette and went to look for Kathleen.
After taking a shower, Kathleen sat on the bed while texting on the phone.
Diana texted: Katie, I’ve helped you spread the news of your divorce from Samuel.
Kathleen was at a loss for words.
Diana followed up with another message: I didn’t expect Samuel to make your relationship public. Don’t worry. I know many outstanding men. They wouldn’t mind a divorcee.
Once again, Kathleen did not know how to reply to Diana.
Wynnie added: Me too, Kate. There are plenty of good guys out there. You can choose whoever you like.
Calvin texted: I concur.
Kathleen was dumbfounded. She did not know how to respond to their suggestions.
Suddenly, she felt the presence of a towering figure over her head.
Looking up, she realized it was Samuel.
He glanced at the phone and immediately snatched it out of her hands.
Then, Samuel tapped on the phone with his long, slender fingers. He tossed it back to Kathleen before going to the bathroom for a shower.
Kathleen immediately picked up her phone to take a look. She saw that Samuel had sent a message in the group chat.
Kathleen texted: Add me to the group.
Diana and the others did not respond to the message.
After all, they were not foolish people. They knew that the person who sent the text was Samuel instead of Kathleen.
The group chat fell into an unusual silence.
Later in the evening, Samuel came out of the shower wearing black silk pajamas.
Picking up his phone, he called Wynnie.
“Why aren’t you in bed at this hour?” Wynnie asked as soon as she answered the phone.
“Add me to the group chat,” Samuel said emotionlessly.
Wynnie replied softly, “I don’t have the right to do that.”
“You’re the group admin,” Samuel said indifferently.
Wynnie retorted, “So what if I’m the group admin? We created this group chat in preparation for Kate’s divorce. I’ll add you to the group if you agree to divorce her. Are you planning to divorce now? Huh?”
Without giving his mother a reply, Samuel hung up the phone.
His face darkened like a raging storm.
Pfft!
Kathleen covered her mouth and snickered at him.
Turning around in the direction of her voice, Samuel looked at Kathleen. His side profile was stern yet handsome at the same time.
Suppressing her laugh, Kathleen put her phone down and lay on the bed.
Samuel did the same and went to bed too.
Laying flat on the bed, with hands behind his head, he asked, ”What are you laughing at?”
“What? Am I not allowed to laugh?” Kathleen pursed her lips.
He grimaced. “Are you happy to see me suffering?”
“Yes, I’m delighted,” Kathleen admitted. She paused for a moment before adding, “Well, since I can’t handle you, someone else must be able to take you down a peg.”
“Hah. You’re certainly getting bolder. You aren’t treating me the same way as you did before,” Samuel retorted coldly.
After some hesitation, she said, “There’s no way back for us. Do you understand what I’m saying, Samuel? We can’t turn back the clock.”
“Yes, I do. So what?”
“We should move on with our lives.” Kathleen pondered for a moment before continuing, “Perhaps these past three years have been miserable for you. Hence, we should end our relationship.”
Was I miserable? I don’t think so. I was very happy spending every day with her.
“Don’t mention such matters in the future. Don’t mess around with grandma and my parents. They’re trying to fool us by doing the complete opposite. They want to prevent our divorce,” Samuel advised.
Kathleen pursed her lips. “I think you misunderstood their intentions. You aren’t someone who would be deceived that easily.”
“Do you know me well?” Samuel asked impassively.
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