The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165 

With her back facing Samuel, Natalie felt her heart pounding hard. 

She huffed but immediately got grasped by the waist. 

Samuel‘s husky tone went on. “Even though I‘ll patiently wait for your consent, I can‘t make any promises on holding myself back if you keep doing things that tease me.” 

“I didn‘t do anything!” 

“You‘d better not, or else you know what‘s coming.” Samuel then tightened his arms around her waist and planted a kiss on her hair. “Get some rest, now. Goodnight.” 

Natalie closed her eyes, forcing herself to fall asleep in that position. 

She thought she would be too flustered to sleep, but surprisingly, she snoozed soundly through the night. 

When she woke up the next day, Samuel was already gone. 

Rubbing her eyes, she walked out of the room and heard someone making coffee in the kitchen. 

“Morning, Sweetheart...” She mumbled as she walked into the kitchen half awake. 

Samuel smirked to himself. “Morning.” 

Upon hearing his voice, Natalie‘s eyes rounded as she hurriedly snapped, “You? I thought Xavian was the one in the kitchen. The ‘Sweetheart‘ I‘m referring to is him, not you.” 

“I didn‘t ask.” 

Blushing, Natalie knew that she could not outsmart him and that she was already lucky enough as he did not take advantage of her. 

“Where are the kids? Why don‘t I see any of them?” 

Samuel poured the boiling water into the coffee pot, then brewed a cup of black coffee while explaining, “I‘ve completed the transfer procedures for Xavian‘s new 

kindergarten, so I got Billy to send all three of them there.” 

“What about you?” Natalie glanced at the clock on the wall. Isn‘t he supposed to be at work by now? 

“Waiting for you.” 

“Me?” She did not understand. 

“I‘ll go to work after I help you change the dressing on your wound.” 

Him? No way! It‘ll be too embarrassing for me to stay still as he strips me. Not to mention, he ripped off two buttons from my shirt the last time he took off my top! 

Something‘s wrong with this picture. Kenneth aggressively caned me, yet his grandson is tending to my injury? How twisted can my life be?