Fell in Love With You in the Wrong Time novel Chapter 213

Kathleen paused for a second before murmuring, “I thought you said that you don't need it?"

“I regret saying that.” Samuel smirked.

Gazing at his handsome features, Kathleen let out a chilling huff. “You went to see Ms. Schott?”

“Yes.” He nodded as a response.

Then, she pursed her lips and asked, “I heard that you invited Ms. Schott here to agree to date her granddaughter. Is that right?”

Granddaughter?

Samuel fixed his eyes on her flawless face and said, “Granddaughter? As far as I know, Ms. Schott only has one grandson.”

Hearing his reply, she was at a loss for words.

“Hah!”

Samuel let out a chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” Kathleen looked at him in silence.

“It seems like Ms. Schott was joking with you, but you believed her anyway.” Samuel showed a teasing smile.

His words made Kathleen feel unhappy.

With his lips curled, Samuel asked, “Let's go together, shall we?”

Kathleen's face flushed red almost instantly. “No!”

“Let's go visit Ms. Schott's granddaughter.” Samuel stared at her intently.

“You told me that Ms. Schott only has one grandson, right?” Kathleen asked grimly.

“Yes.” He curled his lips in amusement before continuing, “If you want to know the truth, you should see it yourself.”

Nonetheless, Kathleen shook her head and rejected him, “No, I don't want to.”

Ah'. This is so embarrassing.

With a faint smile, Samuel replied, “If you refuse to go, I think it will be difficult for Ms. Schott to help you get Old Mrs. Yoeger out of the Yoeger residence.”

Hearing that, Kathleen was caught off guard by his words.

“Kate, Old Mrs. Yoeger is your granny. Are you really intending to leave her alone?” Samuel stared at her.

“I didn't say that!” After giving it a brief thought, Kathleen voiced, “I'll go!”

To that, Samuel grinned in response.

He took a sip of the mushroom soup and said to her, “I'm feeling cold, Kate.

In other words, he was hinting at her about the down jacket that she had promised to buy for him.

“I've already asked someone to send it over.” Kathleen fixed her gaze on him.

Samuel merely nodded.

It was at that moment they heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

Maria was carrying a bag as she walked in. “Ms. Johnson, someone sent this over a while ago. I got it for you.”

“Thank you!” Kathleen took over the bag from her.

She then opened the bag and took out a red down jacket from it.

Seeing that, Samuel could not help but twitch his mouth a little, as he only wore outfits with simple black, white, and gray color tones.

Is she serious? I don't think that the red color suits me at all. Furthermore, that color might even undermine my dignity...

“Do you like it?” asked Kathleen.

Nevertheless, Samuel kept mum, knowing that she did it intentionally.

“Yes, I like it.” Samuel nodded.

“If so, put it on.” A look of anticipation appeared on her face.

Samuel paused for a while. “Why not...”

“What?” Kathleen focused on him and asked.

“I'll go put it on now.” He stood up leisurely and then shot Tyson a glare, hinting him to leave.

Noticing the look in his eyes, Tyson was taken aback.

Is that even necessary? It's just a red down jacket!

Although that thought crossed his mind, Tyson walked away accordingly.

Shortly after, Kathleen handed the down jacket to Samuel.

It took some time for Samuel to summon his courage before wearing it.

Upon wearing it, he felt uncomfortable.

“Why are the sleeves so short? I feel uncomfortable on my shoulders too.” He frowned deeply.

With an insouciant expression, Kathleen answered, “Is it? Maybe I forgot about your size. Don't blame me for that.”

Samuel walked toward the mirror to check out the down jacket on him, only to see Kathleen slowly shifting herself to the door.

“Kathleen!” Samuel's eyes were fixed impassively at her.

Kathleen turned around, looking at him faintly, and uttered, “It was you who asked me to buy it!”

Feeling helpless, Samuel said, “But this is for ladies...”

“This design for this jacket is the same for both males and females! Don't wear it if you don't like it. My style is not as good as Nicolette’s,” Kathleen exclaimed angrily.

Almost instantly, Samuel felt a stab of