As soon as those words came out, Ruben’s eyes that were staring at Samantha became sharper and colder. That kind of cruelty seemed to penetrate her eyes instantly.
She was suffocated, pressing her pale lips tightly.
Ruben gritted his teeth and said, “So you think that I am the same as Luke?”
In his words, there was all contempt and sneer as he was looking down on Luke. Also, he was very angry at Samantha’s words.
He didn't want to care more about her, but he didn't know what was wrong with him. When Clara called him and said that Luke was creating difficulties for her in the crew, he thought that Gabriel would care about her.
Without even thinking about it, he put aside his important meeting and drove directly to the set.
When he heard Clara call for help, her indifferent and stubborn face just appeared in his mind, as well as the sadness that she hid in the dark.
He recalled her sad and desperate look. Therefore, he came for her without any hesitation.
But what did she mean? It was okay that she didn’t appreciate it but how could she humiliate him?
Samantha looked at him with her cold eyes. Her throat and flesh seemed to have been scalded and there was the strong smell of blood wandered around in her mouth. Her voice was hoarse, “No, you all are different.”
‘Luke could hurt me, but it was just a physical wound.’
‘However, the pain you gave me was as hurtful as a maggot eroding my bone.’
One was the wound on the body and the other was the wound in the heart. Would he still ask who hurt her more?
Ruben wanted to say something, but Samantha lowered her eyes and her fingers that circled his neck were a little trembling.
There was a burst of pain between the joints which made her stiff and dare not move.
Her hand hurt, her knee hurt and her heart hurt... Every cell in her body was clamoring due to the pain.
She was about to be drowned in pain and she would never see any hope in her whole life.
When Ruben saw her pretending to be strong, the softness in his heart was touched.
He didn't continue speaking. He just held her coldly and continued walking out.
Samantha thought that he would be reluctant, but he was staying in rare silence.
She was a little surprised. At the same time, her cheeks seemed to be burning.
The tall wall in her heart was about to be collapsed by the current warm and she lived lonely beside that wall.
His breath reached the tip of her nose and she felt it with her heart.
But for some reason, when the breeze brushed his cheeks, his eyelashes trembled like a butterfly whose wings were broken by the wind.
Her tears flowed from her eyes of a sudden.
Her tears rolled across her cheeks and it flowed to her lips and teeth.
She felt into a deep thought suddenly.
“You, you cried?” Ruben hugged her firmly and looked into her eyes. He found that her teardrops were falling slowly.
His pupils shrank slightly.
“Who said I was crying?” She dared not to look into his eyes as he seemed to know everything. She choked in a low voice, “My eyes just caught some sand by the wind.”
Samantha stiffed like a stick. She did not dare to move and nestled in his arms quietly.
Her knees and fingers were sore and sweating. She barely endured the pain and so her hands clenched into her fists tightly.
But even so, she still couldn't control her turbulent tears.
Ruben’s pace was slow as if he was afraid of letting her fall down.
He sneered, “Why didn't I feel the wind?”
Samantha’s eyes turned red again. She gathered enough courage and then raised her head, “Don’t you worry about Peyton who will feel sad if you help me like this?”
She didn't want to mention Peyton because his rare gentleness at that moment.
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