A Cue for Love (Natalie and Samuel)

Chapter 879 The Man In The Silver Mask Part Four

Natalie’s eyes narrowed sharply to a slit the instant his voice trailed off, and it took a while for her to compose herself.

“You have to be kidding me, surely. Am I right, Mr. York?”

“Did I give the game away?” Knowing that that might have exceeded her boundaries, Samuel accepted the opportunity she provided to backpedal.

“Whatever that was, I’m sorry to say that I wasn’t amused.” Natalie’s slender brows bunched up in seriousness. “I am quite sincere about repaying you, but may I ask that you not try to have a laugh at my expense? The affair of the heart is an extravagance that I can neither afford to deal with nor clamor after, ever again.”

Once bitten, twice shy.

That episode with Samuel had stung her so badly that just the very thought of it had her hurting.

Though Natalie’s visage was pretty much bereft of emotion, Samuel was nonetheless able to sense through his silver mask that she was merely putting on a brave front.

He wanted so badly to reach out and caress her lovely face, which made it a massive struggle for him to refrain from doing so.

you’ve nothing else for me, Mr. York, I

extending a bow toward Samuel, Natalie about-faced and

away from view, the knuckles that clung to his sides wound themselves so

time Natalie returned to her own place, it was already five

first thing she did when she got back in was to head upstairs to check on her five children. She could not help but be amused by the haphazard postures they had adopted on

she had endured prior dissipated as soon as she laid her eyes on that adorable

everything, there was

light of dawn had already broken beyond the windows by the time she was done attending to the children, and since she

had not even spent enough time in the kitchen to allow the dough to set,

Natalie was of many things, the talent for

thought of the disparity between that man’s mastery of the culinary arts and her own lack thereof then snuck up on her. Akin to a fine needle of steel, it stabbed right

up about not thinking about him, those intrusive inclinations of hers kept barging in against her will. It was

without Samuel? She refused

of scissors, Natalie unsealed a pack of yeast with the intent of

wrapping an apron around herself. When she saw Natalie in action,