One More Chance novel Chapter 171

"Sam, Luke is here,"

I held my breath as I stared at Jack for a few seconds. I was preparing my daughter's chocolate muffins when she walked into the kitchen with mixed hesitation and worry in her voice.

"Sam?"

It took me a few more seconds to speak as I don't know exactly what to feel at that moment. My heart screamed inside in excitement, but then as soon as I remember what he did, anger instantly took over.

"What is he doing here?" I asked sternly and gripped the pot holder tightly.

"Maybe he found out you're not in the Philippines and maybe he heard what happened from Dana," she shrugged.

"I don't want to talk to him nor do I want to see him!" I said turning around to face the oven.

"Sam, you still need to talk to him about what happened." she followed me inside the kitchen counter.

"That was what your husband told me yesterday, but my answer is still no, I won't talk to him, Jack! I've had enough of his lies and I can't take it anymore!" I hardly shook my head.

"Okay, fine, but what if all the photos that Lucy showed you in the Philippines were all edited and the newspaper she handed you was fake?"

"It can't be because I saw the same article on the internet the next day after Lucy went to the cafe."

"What if everything was planned, Sam? Are you just going to let him go without knowing the truth?"

"Jackeline, I am your best friend and you should be on my side and not him!"

"Yes, you're my best friend, that's why I'm helping and telling you right now to make the right decision!"

I turned silent for a while.

"And what right decision are you referring to? Talking to him? Listening to him? What if right now I asked him the truth and he told me they were all true?"

"Yeah, what if you asked him right now and he told you they were all lies? What are you going to do?"

"Jack!" I exclaimed as she just asked me back with the opposite question.

"He and your brother were now talking, so I ran over here to tell you to at least listen to what he was going to say,"

I didn't say anything, well, I chose not to respond and close my mouth to end the conversation. And when I heard the oven timer, I turned around to get the hot muffins.

I was about to let out a sigh of relief because I thought that since she had stopped talking, she already had left the kitchen, and yeah, maybe what I thought was right, but the next voice I heard was no longer hers and it made me stop and gasp in silence.

"Sam," It was from Luke.

I was glued in my spot for I don't know how long, closing my eyes tightly, trying to calm my heart that was now hammering inside my ribcage. Because even though I already felt the anger and dismay in my head, I still couldn't get the excitement out of my heart. It seemed like the more I said that I'm mad at him, that I hate him, the more I felt that I miss him and I missed him damn much.

"Sam,"

But it can't always be like that. I can't always be the submissive type who always gives in just because I missed him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked without even bothering to glance at him.

"Sam, can we please talk?"

"I can't remember anything that we need to talk about," I continued to give him a cold shoulder, but then I heard his footsteps in my direction.

"Sweetheart, please you need to listen to me---"

"Stay away from me!" my voice came a little louder as I turned to him.

"Sam, at least let me explain," he pleaded, the look in his eyes almost making me lose my sanity but I slapped myself mentally.

"Explain? Do you hear yourself, Mr. Williams? I've been waiting for you for the past two months to hear your damn explanation but you disappeared just like that!"

"That's why I need you to listen to me---"

"No!" I exclaimed, placing my hands in front of him which made him stop moving.

And when I heard muffled voices and steps going to the kitchen, I decided to open the door that connects the kitchen to the swimming pool and immediately walked out of the house. I don't want them to overhear and interfere with our conversation.

"Sam, wait!"

I heard him call me but I continued my pace, completely ignoring him.

"I'm sorry if I haven't called or texted you in the past few weeks," he said following me outside.

"Weeks? Are you sure it has only been weeks since you stopped calling me since you stopped thinking about me?"

"That's not true! I never stopped thinking about you and Cali,"