Married by Accident, Taming the Billionaire novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98 Her Identity Will Soon Be Revealed

"So you're just itching for me to divorce your brother? Weren't you acting like you two were close brothers before?"

Upon hearing Cecelia's words, Samson felt so embarrassed that he wished the ground could open and swallow him in.

He hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry. I'm not itching for it. I just heard..."

"Mr. Samson, you had better not think too much before Remington and I really get a divorce." Cecelia walked past him, paused, and said, "Although I quite like young men, you're not young enough. What a pity!"

Samson was dumbfounded.

Upon hearing this, Remington couldn't help but think of Cecelia's previous comment about him being an old stick-in-the-mud, which made him feel quite unhappy.

He thought to himself, "Does she only show interest in those at my son's young age? Could it be that she has a fetish for children? Samson is not young enough? I don't think he's old at all."

Seeing that Cecelia was about to leave, Samson quickly grabbed her wrist. "Leah, I'm three years younger than Remington. I just look a bit mature, but actually...."

Before he could finish his sentence, Cecelia coldly interrupted, "Samson, I'm your sister-in-law. Please take your hand off me!"

At this moment, Remington could tell that Samson was bothering Cecelia, and wondered if Samson was making a move on Cecelia.

Remington couldn't tolerate Samson doing anything inappropriate behind his back, so he came up with a mischievous idea.

"Ah!"

Remington let out a scream and then lay on the ground, shouting for help.

"Help! Someone help!"

Cecelia and Samson both heard the cries for help.

"Oh, no!"

Recognizing Remington's voice, Cecelia broke free from Samson's grip and rushed toward the sound.

Samson didn't know what was going on, but he followed along.

They crossed a patch of bushes, and by the dim light of a streetlamp, Cecelia saw a man lying on the ground.

She ran up to check on him. "Remington! What happened?"

"Is that you, Cecelia? Please help me! I fell and hurt myself!" Remington waved his hands in the air.

"What are you doing here at this late hour?" Cecelia complained and held his hands, helping him to his feet.

Remington rested his arm on her shoulder and leaned against her.

"Where did you go just now? Why didn't you come back so late? Don't you know that I can't live without you?"

Upon hearing his cheesy words, Cecelia glanced at him, thinking he had gone crazy.

"I went to see Andres and had Fredric take him to get a haircut. His hair has grown too long," Cecelia explained.

A haircut?

Remington thought the arrangement was good, as he could get a lock of the child's hair.

"All right. Let's go home, Cece. I feel like it's all dark and unsafe without you by my side."

After he finished speaking, he even leaned his head on Cecelia's shoulder, showing a very dependent look.

"Cece? Ugh! I'm going to vomit," thought Cecelia.

She was clever and aware that Remington might have overheard her conversation with Samson, so he started to put on a show here.

"He's really good at acting. So is his show for Samson?" thought Cecelia.

Samson did see everything. As he watched the interaction between Remington and Cecelia, Samson suddenly began to doubt what his mother had told him.

"Will Remington really divorce Cecelia? I don't think he plans to do that at all," thought Samson to himself.

"Let's go! It's getting late. Let's go back!"

Cecelia glanced at Samson because she was speaking to him.

Samson had no excuse to keep them there, so he turned around and left, looking a bit dejected.

After Samson had left, Cecelia supported Remington and headed toward the Aroma Villa.

"Can you move your head away, you freak?" Cecelia asked crossly.

"How can you call me a freak? Your words sound so unpleasant."

Remington lifted his head, feeling annoyed, not understanding why this woman spoke so rudely.