Fell in Love With You in the Wrong Time novel Chapter 212

Even Kathleen became choked up.

She bitterly asked, “Did you assume I faked my depressed state back then?”

“No. That's not what I meant.” Samuel's dark eyes now took on a tinge of red as he added, “It's just that I lacked empathy back then and didn't try to understand things from your perspective. I’m sorry.”

Not a trace of emotion showed on Kathleen's delicate face.

Behind her, Samuel's hot breath tickled her skin while his tear landed in the crook of her neck.

Silence filled the air as the afternoon sun shone into the space from the windows above.

It felt as though there was no one in the bathroom.

Both Samuel and Kathleen knew the truth deep down in their hearts.

They got stuck in this perpetual state of being unable to move or return to the way things used to be, and they were both to blame. The indefinite loathing in Kathleen's heart prevented the two from moving on while Samuel's past actions had blocked off any possibility for them to return to the way things were.

It was then that a series of knocks came from outside the door.

Samuel let go of Kathleen, who then stood up.

She instructed, “That should be long enough. You can come out of the tub and get dressed before having your meal.”

“Okay.” Samuel nodded compliantly.

After that, Kathleen went to open the door outside, where Tyson stood with two bags.

“Ms. Johnson, I'm here to deliver some things to Mr. Macarisaid the latter.

“You can come in.”

Once Tyson entered, Kathleen stepped out of the room and said, “I'll have a look at things outside for a bit.”

“Okay,” replied Tyson who had put down the bags in his hand.

That was when Samuel came out of the bathroom in a black robe.

Tyson immediately walked over and greeted him, “Mr. Macari.”

“Mmm, is something the matter?” said an expressionless Samuel.

“Ms. Schott wants to see you, and she insisted on meeting you tonight.”

Huh? Tonight? Something icy flitted across Samuel's eyes as he sternly responded, “All right. Also, I want you to keep a close eye on the Stewart family.”

“Rest assured, Mr. Macari, I've arranged everything.” However, Tyson hesitated for a bit before continuing, “It's just that Jacob Stewart seems really discontent and even hired trolls to villainize Ms. Johnson on the internet.”

“He did what?” A murderous intent filled Samuel's voice.

Helpless, Tyson explained, “He spread rumors that Ms. Johnson is a promiscuous woman involved in sexual relationships with various men. However, our company has already taken action against him. We won't let him get away with it.”

That was when Samuel shot a sideways glare at Tyson. It felt as though a dark mist filled with rage was exuding from the former's body.

Tyson instantly fell silent.

Subsequently, Samuel picked up his phone and dialed a number.

A few minutes passed before the line connected.

The person on the other end asked, “Hello?”

“Hello, Mr. Stewart. It's me,” said Samuel’s frosty tone.

The “Mr. Stewart” on the call was Byron Stewart, Jacob's father.

Byron was currently spending his retirement overseas in a town named Bellridge.

He was shocked as he spoke into the phone. “Samuel Macari? How do you have my contact number?”