The Enchanting Doctor With a Bite novel Chapter 14

It was still early, but Kylie was wide awake.

She hadn't eaten anything since noon the previous day, and hunger was starting to set in.

With that in mind, she headed to the kitchen and began preparing breakfast.

At exactly 7:00 am, Samuel descended the stairs, dressed immaculately in a crisp white shirt and a tailored black suit. His tall, lean frame exuded effortless elegance.

The moment he spotted Kylie in an apron, a mocking smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

How ironic. Was she trying to put on a show of being the perfect, dutiful wife now?

The butler stepped forward. "Mr. Vance, breakfast is ready. Ms. Clark prepared everything herself."

Standing off to the side, Kylie anxiously studied Samuel's expression.

He said nothing, simply making his way toward the dining room. The quieter he was, the more uneasy she became.

As he stepped inside, his voice was cold and authoritative when he addressed the butler and housekeepers. "I don't need anyone here. Leave."

"Yes, Mr. Vance."

Without hesitation, the butler led the housekeepers out of the dining room.

The vast dining room now held only Kylie and Samuel, the air thick with silence and tension.

Kylie bit her lip uneasily.

"What time did you get back?" Samuel's voice suddenly cut through the quiet, laced with an unmistakable chill.

Hythe Villa had the best security system in the world, so lying wasn't an option.

"4:00 am."

She quickly added, "I didn't mean to come back so late. I haven't been resting well these past few days and was just too exhausted… I accidentally fell asleep…"

Samuel's dark eyes brimmed with an icy chill, and a single, commanding word escaped from his thin lips, "Strip."

Kylie's mind went blank. "What… did you just say?"

Her head snapped up in disbelief, eyes locking on the imposing man before her.

Samuel's face turned ghostly pale, his chiseled features sharp yet unreadable—cold, detached, betraying no hint of emotion.

"Inspection." His cold, commanding gaze bore down on her. "The entire city knows about the scandal. You spent the night at another man's house—you should know the consequences. Will you do it yourself, or shall I do it for you?"

Inspection?

Kylie's eyes widened in shock, and she instinctively stepped back.

Neither option was one she could accept.

A dining chair toppled over with a loud bang, making Kylie flinch.

She quickly explained, "Owen and I aren't what you think! We've known each other since childhood. We just happened to run into each other today and had dinner—nothing more."

Samuel scoffed. "Oh? And exactly how much catching up required you to spend the night at his place?"

The sheer audacity of this woman, acting so righteous even after what she had done, was almost laughable.

His patience snapped. Without hesitation, he opted for the latter and advanced toward Kylie.

Kylie scrambled back, only to collide with the dining table, leaving her with no escape. "Everything I said is true! Do you think I'd go to such lengths just to deceive you?"

A mix of anger and fear tightened in her chest, forcing her voice to rise sharply.

"Forced marriage, manipulation, and now this—do you really expect me to believe you?"

Samuel caged her between his body and the table. His long, well-defined fingers caught a loose strand of her hair, twirling it briefly before bringing it to his nose and inhaling lightly.