My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess novel Chapter 138

Never Meet Again 

Samuel was a little annoyed, and his brows were tightly knitted together. 

The girl had obviously recognized him earlier, considering she called him Mr. Gilbert, but he had no idea who he was. 

They would probably never meet again in the future. 

Samuel shook his head and felt a little regretful. 

At that moment, Zoey, who was exhausted from partying, left the main. hall. She ran forward happily and shouted, “Samuel, didn’t you say that you were tired? Why are you walking around outside instead of resting in the room?” 

Samuel came to his senses and couldn’t help glancing around. He then replied, “It’s stuffy inside. I came out for some fresh air.” 

“Oh, I see.” Zoey nodded and joked, “I thought someone might have bewitched you.” 

“How is that possible?” Samuel couldn’t help laughing. However, a pair of attractive eyes that were clear like a fresh spring popped into his mind. 

He was stunned and lost in thought for a moment. 

“Samuel, w–what are you thinking about?” 

Zoey’s intuition told her that when a man showed such an expression, het had to be thinking about another woman. 

Despite that, there was no one around, 

Although Zoey was a little suspicious of Samuel’s abnormal behavior, she was confident that she had the upper hand. 

She did not think that anyone could be a threat to her. 

She was probably just overthinking it. 

Zoey’s smile returned. She held Samuel’s arm intimately and coquettishly 

murmured, “Come on. Let’s go dance together, okay?” 

Samuel had no choice but to get dragged into the noisy living room. 

That night, in the luxurious yet simple house, a group of young men and women went crazy and partied until dawn. 

The next day was the first day of the charity clinic. The weather was good and it was sunny. 

The red banner had been hung up again, and a few tables were set up. Master Walton personally took charge, ready to receive the patients in the village who needed a check–up. 

However, an hour passed, then two hours. No one was interested in their charity clinic. 

Behind him, the students who hadn’t slept all night were yawning and listless. One of the boys said, “What’s going on? We came all the way here, but these bumpkins still don’t know how to seize the opportunity. It’s not like there are any clinics in the village.” 

“That’s right. Mr. Gilbert not only invited Master Walton to be his personal representative but also provided him with so many medical supplies. In the end, these villagers just don’t know what’s good for them!” 

“In my opinion, we might as well go to the village and shout at them, asking them to come to the clinic as soon as possible if they’re sick. That way, we won’t waste our time, right?” 

“Good idea, good idea. Get a loudspeaker. I’ll go shout now!” 

The group of students was chatting happily. However, they didn’t notice that Master Walton, who was sitting in the main seat, was getting 

increasingly gloomy. 

Bang! 

Master Walton slapped the table and said angrily, “That’s enough! Look at you. You’re not even standing and sitting properly. You think too highly of yourself! You guys were partying all night the day before we opened our