Trapped with a Lawyer novel Chapter 182

After Ella walked into her apartment, she launched a video chat with her son. Melody grinned from ear to ear when she noticed Samuel who appeared on the screen.

"Mom, I miss you and my little sister. When can I see you again?" While he was upset that he hadn't see them for a long time, Jerry noticed that his mom was winking fervently. Then he suddenly realised that he had mentioned his sister in front of Samuel.

Samuel heard Jerry talking about his sister when he was wearing a bathrobe after taking a shower. Confused, he turned around and looked at Ella, who was video-chatting with her back to Samuel

As he took two steps closer, he heard Jerry saying, "Lola's daughter is so cute. Mom, can she come to America again with us?"

Ella heard Samuel halt after Jerry said the words. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course she can." If he paid attention to her voice, he would find that it was slightly trembling.

They stopped video chatting after half an hour. But Samuel was very quiet, he even didn't talk to his son.

Ella was indignant about it. She slammed her phone on the nightstand and looked at him, busy on his phone, "Samuel!"

"Wife!"

"I'm not your wife. I have a question to ask!" Standing beside the bed, Ella folded her hands with a stern face, as if it was an interrogation.

Samuel put the phone aside and let Ella sit beside him, "Honey, what's wrong?"

Ella decided to set aside the way he addressed her because she had something more important to ask.

"Is Jerry not your son?" Samuel was shocked by this question, because the answer was obvious. A bad feeling rose in his heart.

"Kiss me. Then I'll tell you." He was way more clear than Ella that Jerry was his son.

Ella lost her cool because of his frivolity, and she pinched his face really hard.

"You'd better behave yourself!"

"Yes, ma'am." The man moved his body a little bit and sat squarely, deliberately. He said with a ferocious voice, "If I found out that he's not my son, you'll know what I'm capable of!"

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"Of course he's not your son." Provoked, Samuel lunged at her and placed himself on top of her, leaving her no chance to escape.

"Then give me one, my own son."

Ella was flustered, as her struggling hands were held over her head. "Samuel, you know Jerry is your son, don't you? He is your son! Your son!"

He got off from her as he grinned. Yet as Ella took sighed in relief, Samuel put his hands around her waist and put her on top of him. Then, she sprawled across his body.

Ella flushed as she accidentally touched Samuel's pectorals. She was surprised that even though he was busy every day, he could spare time to work out.

Satisfied, Samuel looked at his woman, whose tiny hands kept rubbing his chest, and he said, "How do they feel? Do you like them?"

Upon hearing this, Ella immediately pulled her hands back as if she had just burnt them. "Let me go take a shower. You should sleep."

She nearly surrendered under his increasingly enhanced flirting skills.

Samuel bared his white teeth as he watched Ella's figure walk away from him.

Later, Samuel watched her taking pills and both of them went to sleep.

When she was drifting into sleep, she wondered why Samuel behaved himself that night. But she chose not to ask him lest he got any weird idea.

At 6 o'clock, Ella sat up in bed as the alarm rang.