It's Too Late To Get A Divorce (Alita and Jaydon) novel Chapter 89

"Don't worry, I won't vomit. I actually find it better the more I eat." Samuel pretended to be at ease, but his fists clenched tightly under the table, and his back was covered in sweat. It was very spicy! He was on the verge of breaking down!

Alita was starting to regret her words. She had said he could be friends with her if he ate the beef curry. Now, Samuel almost finished it.

"Don't force yourself. Don't you find it extremely spicy and painful?" Alita kept triggering him, hoping to make him vomit.

Sure enough, after hearing Alita's words, Samuel immediately covered his mouth with the handkerchief. The food that had surged up from his stomach was already in his throat.

"Take your hand away. Don't cover it," Alita widened her clear eyes and shouted.

Samuel swallowed the food back down and pretended to wipe his sweat. "It's quite hot here. Let me wipe off some sweat."

Then, he lowered his head and continued eating. He finished a serving of beef curry and many other spicy foods...

"You obviously want to give up. It's painful, isn't it? There's still so much left. Give up. Even if you finish eating and go outside, you'll still vomit. It's better not to eat it." Alita was genuinely worried now.

Samuel was really going to finish it. She thought maybe he didn't dislike it anymore.

Samuel struggled to swallow the food, with only one belief in his heart. He wanted to be involved in her life. For this, he could endure anything. How could he let a piece of beef curry defeat him?

What Alita didn't anticipate was his endurance and his deep love for her.

Helplessly, Alita watched Samuel finish all the food. Alita could only stare at him in amazement.

Samuel wiped his mouth and stood up slowly, careful not to move too quickly to avoid vomiting. He walked over and sat down in front of her. "Now, we are friends!"

"Did I say that?" Alita acted stubborn for the first time in her life.

Samuel, with a pleasant smile, took out a voice recorder from the pocket of his white suit. "I recorded it!"

Alita said unhappily, "Despicable."

"It's cautious, to prevent you from reneging." Samuel leaned closer and gently touched her cute nose.

Alita waved his hand away. "Don't lay a hand on me. Didn't you say you want to be friends? Fine, I'll be friends with you, just ordinary friends, got it?"

"Sure." Samuel leaned back gracefully, looking at her with eyes filled with the gentle sunlight of spring, clear and transparent.

He enjoyed looking at her like this, wanting to keep doing so forever, whether she laughed or cried.

Alita felt uncomfortable under Samuel's gaze and lost her appetite. The gentle gaze that had warmed her for the past 14 years now felt elusive and increasingly frightening. The person he had become made her unable to understand him anymore, and even his gaze seemed eerie and terrifying.

She quickly settled the bill and left the restaurant.

She initially thought of going to the movies, but the idea of Samuel following her made her change her mind. She turned the car around and headed straight home.

Samuel's car followed to the outside of the apartment, parked there, and watched the white car enter and disappear around the corner with his lingering gaze.

*****

In the morning, Alita put on the floral dress she bought yesterday, with a white base that matched the spring atmosphere, attempting to change her mood from the past few days.

Walking down the street, she attracted a lot of attention.

Upon entering the office building, she coincidentally ran into Ivan, who had just arrived at the same time. His gaze seemed to be glued to Alita, unable to shift away.

"Ms. Thompson, good morning. You look stunning today," Ivan complimented.

"Mr. Hampton, you also seem energetic today," Alita replied casually.

The elevator arrived, and many people crowded inside. Alita stood at the front, pressed the button for the 11th floor, and also pressed the 12th floor for Ivan. The doors slowly closed.

"Wait a moment." A hand reached into the elevator.

The doors opened again, revealing a handsome face in front of Alita. The women inside the elevator immediately brightened their eyes.

Alita said, "Clement!"

"Alita, good morning!" Clement entered the elevator with a bright smile. He hugged Alita affectionately and pressed the button for the 18th floor.

"Didn't your uncle bring you back home? How come you're out again?" Alita did not let go of his hand. She only saw him as a teenager.

Clement looked Alita up and down, whistled, and joked, "Alita, you look amazing today. Can you be my girlfriend?"

"Are you running away from home again?" Alita, disregarding his playful remark, asked seriously.

"Alita, treat me to lunch at noon, okay?" Clement bent down, putting his chin on her shoulder, and acted cute. "Okay?"