The Fate of Love novel Chapter 2

I should try to keep him here, even with slim chance. "I agree to divorce, but you should stay here tonight for grandpa’s funeral on tomorrow. Then we done." I said.

He squinted with sarcasm, "Please me." He moved closer, "Sharon Sandra, everything’s on your own, not your mouth."

Sounded chilly with a hint of provocation and lowness. I knew him well. So I hugged around his waist, but the height difference made me look funny and ridiculous.

It is really pitiful to keep my husband in such an absurd way.

I tried to move my hand but he held it fiercely. "Enough!" He said wryly.

I was stunned and confused, seeing him tugging the gray casual pajamas on him.

Suddenly I realized that he was to... stay here?

Unfortunately, a woman’s voice faintly came from the rain, "Samson..."

Soon Samson went to the balcony and left away gloomily with his coat.

Carol was standing in a thin dress, making the ill beauty even more pitiful.

Samson put the coat on her without any word. Then Carol hugged him abruptly and sobbed in his arms.

I suddenly understood why I was always second to Carol.

Samson embraced Carol and went into the villa. I stood upstairs, blocking their way.

"Get out of the way!" Samson said in a cold tone with a look of disgust.

Feel sad?

I didn't know either, but there were absolutely no sadder things than this.

"Samson, you just promised grandpa you would never take her here to me." Carol had occupied him countless nights, but why still came here.

"Heh!" Samson sneered suddenly and pulled me away, "Sharon Sandra, you overvalue yourself."

How ironic. I could only be a bystander after all.

This night was destined to be unstable.

Carol got a high fever as she was exposed to such a heavy rain. Samson was busy getting her dressed and cooling her down.

Maybe he saw me as an eye-obtrusive, he said coldly, "Go back to the Finn's old house! Carol can't go back tonight."

Let me go now? Ha ha……

I was really an eyesore.

I was wordless for a long time. The old house is far from here and it is also dangerous for a woman to go there alone. Why didn’t he know that?

However, what he cared about was Carol.

Felling sore, I eventually calmed down, "The bedroom is for me. It is improper...to get back to the old house now!"

I can't spoil myself as he did.

After I went out, I came across Haden Reagan who was in a hurry from rain, wearing his pajamas and wet shoes.