Fell in Love With You in the Wrong Time novel Chapter 265

For the safety of her riches, Kathleen rejected Wynnie's invitation.

The latter was still in the mood for poker, so she called Calvin over.

“What's Samuel doing?” Wynnie asked. “What's taking him so long?”

“I'll go and have a look.” Kathleen turned around and left the games room.

Just as she reached the door, Samuel pushed the door open and came in.

“What's the matter?” His voice was

gentle.

“Mrs. Macari is worried since you'd been gone for so long, so I came out to check on you.”

She looked outside the main door, but Samuel blocked her line of sight. “There's nothing to see. It's just Tyson. He came for work matters.”

Kathleen blinked. “It's New Year's Eve. He's still working?”

Samuel nodded.

“You're an evil capitalist,” Kathleen commented teasingly.

He snorted in reply.

Just then, Charles came over and asked, “Samuel, do you want to have a game of chess with me?”

“Sure.” Samuel grinned.

“You two have been playing chess all day,” Kathleen groaned. “It's the holidays. Can't you think of something fun?”

Charles huffed, “Nothing is fun with this kind of person.”

Samuel shot him a side glance. “I'm not really interested to play with you either.”

With that, the two snorted and turned around before walking away.

Kathleen was speechless.

They're so quick to turn against one another. I've had enough.

“I'm going to look for Snowy.” Kathleen muttered coldly, “For the first time, I find that it's more difficult to talk to humans than a dog.”

Samuel, who had just sat down not far away, frowned.

Charles also felt like he had been insulted.

When Kathleen went to the pet's room to find Snowy, she saw that the dog was lying on the carpet.

She leaned over and hugged its neck.

Just then, Charles came into the room.

“This is Snowy?” He stroked Snowy’s fur on its head.

Being the well behaved dog that it was, Snowy did not budge as it let Charles stroked it.

“Yup.” Kathleen nodded and explained, “It was rescued by me, so I named it Snowy.”

Charles gave her a meaningful look. “Godfather gave me a call today.”

Kathleen responded indifferently, “Oh.”

“He requested me to ask you about your condition now and if you still remember the three-year promise,” Charles reminded.

“Tell him I won't break the promise.”

Charles knew she didn't like his godfather.

“He probably saw the news about you and Samuel, so..." He trailed off.

“Charles, tell him not to worry. I won't go back on my word, but you also have to tell him not to be presumptuous. Only several months have passed. It's not even three years yet. What's the rush?” Kathleen questioned icily.

Charles pursed his lips. “It's my fault. You agreed to his conditions because of me.”

She shook her head. “Charles, it's not your fault.”

Her brother patted her on her shoulder lightly.

Standing outside the door, Samuel overheard their conversation, and his eyes darkened.

What conditions has Kathleen agreed to with Charles' godfather? Why does she hate him so much? Could it be... No. I can't let her be controlled by others.

A cold glint flashed across his eyes at that thought.

At eight o’clock at night, they had New Year's Eve dinner at the Macari residence.

Since it was New Year's Eve dinner, they had liquor on the table.

Kathleen asked Wynnie, “Mrs. Macari,

where's Cynthia?”