Fell in Love With You in the Wrong Time novel Chapter 205

Caleb thought that Kathleen was not angry anymore as he followed her home.

Even though he knew she was not a loose woman, he thought she might want to take their relationship one step further since she had invited him to her place.

Kathleen didn't head there with his car.

He wanted her to ride in his car, but she did not agree to it.

Caleb was unfazed.

They reached the Johnson residence one after another.

Caleb went over to her and asked, “Is your brother at home?”

There was an aloof look in her clear eyes. “Are you hoping for him to be at home?”

Her reply caught him by surprise.

“No.”

Kathleen blinked. “Why?”

“I thought it's just the two of us. We won’t have privacy if he's around.” “Haha." She chuckled lightly. “I thought you're more interested in him than me.”

“How so?”

“You know why.” She cast him a side glance.

He narrowed his eyes.

As she opened the door and entered the house, Caleb followed after her.

Charles was carrying a cup of coffee as he walked out of the kitchen.

“You're back?” “Mm." Kathleen nodded.

Caleb eyed Charles. Is he really at home?

Charles shot Caleb a cold look. “Have a seat.”

Caleb's handsome face remained aloof.

“Charles, are you not going to eat?” Kathleen piped up.

“In a second.” Charles nodded.

“Then I'll go to change my clothes first.” Kathleen walked up the stairs while Charles invited Caleb to have a seat in the living room.

When Kathleen reached her room, she put down the things in her hand and went to check on Samuel first.

Good. The potency of the poison has reduced, but his hands are still cold.

She put Samuel's hand back under the cover before adjusting the temperature so that the room would be warm.

As she looked at his well-defined facial features, she reached out and poked his cheek.

Why have I not noticed that it feels good to poke his cheek before this?

After that, she stood up to get changed.

Samuel was unconscious, so she did not avoid him as she changed her clothes.

After changing into a snow-white sweater and a pair of jeans, she went downstairs.

The atmosphere in the living room was tense.

There was zero communication between Charles and Caleb.

Only when Kathleen reached downstairs did Caleb say, “Mr.

Johnson, I haven't thanked you for helping my sister.”

Charles took a sip of his coffee and replied in a cold voice, “You want to thank me?”

Caleb narrowed his eyes in response.

“I assumed you thought that was what I should do, Mr. Lewis,” Charles added coldly.

“Mr. Johnson, what are you trying to say?” Caleb stared at Charles meaningfully. “Shouldn't I thank you?” “I don't need you to thank me if that's insincere,” Charles said slowly. “I can't afford to accept it anyway.”

“Mr. Johnson, maybe you should stop beating around the bush.” Caleb finally realized what Charles was getting at.

Charles asked solemnly, “Mr. Lewis, there's something I want to ask you.”

“You can speak your mind, Mr. Johnson.”