Kathleen kept her mouth shut.
“As I said, Samuel, how you feel for me is your business. As long as you keep it to yourself, that's fine. There's no need to say it out loud. It'd be a disaster if what you said ended up making the other person uncomfortable.”
Samuel's gaze fixated on her.
“However, Christopher actually said it. That's what pissed me oif,” she emphasized. “All I want is for him to respect my wishes instead of trying to make choices for me. Samuel, when I got married to you, Old Mrs. Macari also questioned me over and over again. She only allowed the marriage to happen because she saw I didn't want it any other way.”
He didn't respond to that.
“I messed up too, though,” she confessed bitterly. “You didn’t want to marry me, yet I insisted on it. Hence, I don't have the right to criticize anyone else.”
“Do you really think just anyone could force me into anything?” There was a heartfelt look in his gaze. “I was the one who refused to face my true feelings. I liked you, which was why I agreed to marry you. It's not like I felt aggrieved or anything. You don't have to blame yourself.”
All she did was look at him. “You don't have to comfort me.”
“I'm not trying to comfort you, Kate,” he protested with dimmed eyes. “You know I have feelings for you. If I had wanted to take advantage of your guilt, I could have acknowledged the fact that you and Grandma had backed me into a corner. If I had done that, you would have treated me better out of remorse. But I told you before that I would never lie to you. Every word that I'm saying right now is the truth.”
A sense of warmth suddenly wormed its way into Kathleen's heart.
“It’s getting really late. You should sleep early too. Good night.” She immediately got up and turned away.
Samuel merely watched her back view without a sound.
He knew he had already conveyed to her the feelings in his heart.
There was no way for him to know what she thought about it, though.
He could only hope he would be more sincere in pursuing Kathleen this time instead of trying to trick her.
Two days later, Kathleen stood in front of the house waiting for Samuel.
He didn't make her wait long. In less than a minute, he had already driven the car out and pulled over in front of her.
She gave him a quick greeting before getting into the vehicle.
In the meantime, Charles stood at the door and observed silently as they left.
At that point, Kathleen had been ignoring him for two consecutive days.
He was so upset that he genuinely could cry.
She turned to glance at her brother and flashed a resigned smile.
Looks like it's about time.
Samuel glimpsed at her. “You guys still haven't made up?”
“It’s not that simple. We're getting there, though,” she answered lazily. “As siblings, it wouldn't be beneficial to give him the silent treatment for too long. I just need to teach him a lesson. It's not like I could truly cut ties with him.”
He didn't probe further, so Kathleen side-eyed him.
There was an impenetrable look on his face. “What is it?”
“Are you going to tell me now?” she asked curiously. “Or are you planning to stay quiet for the whole ride?”
The man smirked. “Do you want to hear about it now?”
She nodded.
“Is it okay if I want to do something else first, then?” he queried tentatively.
“Sure.” Kathleen didn't feel like he would do anything over the top.
After all, Tyson was still driving in the front seat.
Samuel's gaze deepened when he heard that.
His long, slender hand reached out to unbutton his suit. Then, he loosened the buttons on his black vest.
What is he doing?
He proceeded to remove his tie and continue to unbutton his white shirt one by one, revealing the scars that reached all the way from his chest to abdomen.
It was an incredibly deep scar that twisted and turned like centipedes.
In any case, Kathleen was a child from a prestigious medical family.
Yet, the sight of Samuel's scars astounded her to the point of speechlessness.
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