The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469 Pliant In Every Way Imaginable

Early the next day.

When Natalie awoke and wanted to arch her back, she only managed to do so halfway before she felt an ache rip through the length of her body.

To make matters worse, she bore the marks Samuel had left all over her. Raised and reddened, they were packed so closely that it was a horrific sight to lay one’s eyes upon.

“Up already?”

Bathed in the golden sheen of the morning glow, the man was casually working at the black obsidian cuffs below his wrists.

With the corner of his lips lifted a third of the way in an ambiguous smirk, he exuded an elegant detachment akin to a dominant monarch.

His comfortable and relaxed demeanor stood in stark contrast to her own physical distress.

“Samuel Bowers, you—” Deeply wrathful, Natalie picked up a pillow and hurled it in Samuel’s direction. “I was literally begging you for mercy last night so why didn’t you stop?”

Her plush-based missile attack posed no threat whatsoever to Samuel who reached out and seized the projectile firmly inside his mitts with ease.

Approaching from the side, he set one knee upon the side and cusped Natalie’s chin lightly with his slender fingers.

“Because you’ve been very disobedient.” Samuel’s gaze fixated upon Natalie from within their unfathomable depths.

Since when have I been disobedient?

When she saw that he was not in a good mood, she came upstairs to comfort him and also allowed him to kiss her the way he did in the showers. If nothing else, she had been extremely pliant in every way imaginable. So how could he still accuse her of being disobedient?

The sight of Natalie’s puzzlement prompted Samuel to expound upon his own assertion, “Next time, you are to keep your distance from Yandel and Ross. Even though they’re trusted friends of yours, they are still men…” After a brief pause, he continued, “I don’t want you getting too close to them. I… don’t like it…”

Natalie was positively taken aback when she heard that.

This came across to her as less Samuel Bowers, the overlord of Dellmoor, and more like the mad jealousy of puppy love.

“Are you jealous?” Natalie regarded Samuel’s face. “Is that why you decided to torment me last night? To punish me?”

Samuel’s aloof, chiseled face evoked a subtle flush.

“No.”