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All Too Late novel Chapter 92

Samuel did not expect Kathleen to take the initiative to send him off.

He curled his lips into a smile. “Sure.”

Kathleen then got up and walked Samuel out.

Outside, the warm afternoon sun rays shining on Kathleen made her look warm and pleasant.

It was as though the whole of hers was no longer icy.

“Samuel.” Kathleen looked up at the man who was much taller than herself.

He was dazzling with his back against the light.

Yet, he was so cold that the sunshine did not seem to warm him.

“Hmm?” Samuel stared at her.

He had not seen her for a year. She seemed to be the same as before, but at the same time, she looked different.

When she gazed at him, her eyes no longer twinkled.

“Let’s just be friends.” Kathleen’s gaze on Samuel no longer contained the nervousness it had when they last met at the airport.

She was now as calm as millpond.

Samuel silently stared at her before saying, “Do you think I can do that?”

Kathleen pursed her lips as she spoke. “If you can’t, I have no choice but to stay away from you in the future, Samuel. If it hadn’t been for Grandma, Mr. Macari, and Mrs. Macari, I would never have reconciled with you.”

“Reconcile?” Samuel mocked himself, “Didn’t you say I was a killer? Are you sure you want to reconcile with me?”

Kathleen shook her head. “You’re right. In truth, you were the executioner who indirectly ended both my children’s lives. There’s no way I can really forgive you. But Samuel, I don’t want to put Grandma and the others in a tight spot. I don’t want them to drive you away when I meet you in the Macari residence. There’s really no need for that.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I’m only a stranger to you now?” Samuel’s voice was husky.

Although he knew the answer to his question, he still felt incredibly miserable when he uttered the words himself.

“Yes.” Kathleen nodded.

Samuel looked at her with a sullen face. “What if I can’t do it?

Kathleen knitted her brows. “As I told you, I have no other choice but to try my best to stay away from you if you’re unable to do so.”

“Are you going to avoid me for the rest of your life?” His voice was hoarse as he said, “I’ve found you now. I’ll never let you go again.”

Everyone had helped Kathleen keep the secret from Samuel for the past year.

However, once she exposed herself, he would definitely seize her, giving her no chance to escape.

“Samuel, if you want both of us to suffer, you may have a try.” Kathleen met his sharp eyes as she spoke. “There’s nothing I can do if you insist on getting into a life-and-death conflict.”

Samuel took a step forward and grabbed her delicate, fragile chin with his rough, slender fingers. He said coldly, “You won’t die. I’m the one who should die.”

Kathleen inhaled deeply as she took a few steps back. “Since you insist on having your own way, I can’t stop you from that. Anyway, I came back with Charles this time just to settle some personal matters. We’ll leave once everything is done. The world is so big; you won’t be able to find me.”

As soon as her words fell, she turned to leave.

Samuel’s gaze turned colder. Is she going to leave gain? No, I’ll never let her leave!

Kathleen’s face was filled with sadness when she returned to the mansion.

Upon seeing that, Charles went up to her and put his big hand on her head. “It’s okay. Just ignore him.”

Kathleen remained silent.

Just then, Wynnie walked over. “Kate.”

“Mrs. Macari.” Kathleen looked at Wynnie, feeling a little guilty. “Actually, you guys don’t have to treat Samuel like this for my sake.”

Wynnie held Kathleen’s hands. “It’s okay. He deserves it.”

Kathleen was at a loss for words.

“By the way, I heard something good happened between you and Christopher. Is that true?” Wynnie asked with a smile.

A feeling of awkwardness surged in Kathleen instantly. “Mrs. Macari, actually—”

“Indeed, Mrs. Macari.” Charles’ gaze darkened. “In fact, if it wasn’t for Christopher, Kate and I might not have been able to reunite with each other. He has helped Kate a lot this year.”

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