All Too Late

Chapter 262 Something Bad

Samuel glanced at Kathleen’s petite face, and his expression turned sullen. “Samuel, there’s only so much I can take,” she said ruefully. “You know how much I hate troubles, so… His gaze darkened. “So you don’t want compensation from me?” She shook her head. “Money can’t solve everything, Samuel.” His fists clenched, and he replied in a low, hoarse voice, “All right.” He didn’t want to put her on the spot or stress her out. “But according to the law, I can’t own more than fifty-one percent of shares, so I’m still leaving you with ten percent,” Samuel added. Kathleen hesitated. “Fine, do what you must, then.” She just wanted to get this over with He gave her a long, meaningful look. “Let’s go,” Kathleen said before leading Samuel out of the shop. “Where would you like to go next?” he asked as he trailed behind her closely. The mall was crowded during the New Year, and he stuck close to her to protect her. “What do you mean?” Kathleen was bewildered. “We’re going home.” Samuel gazed at her with hooded eyes. “You don’t want to continue shopping?” “We’re not ordinary people,” she pointed out. “We can’t just go shopping during peak hours.” He gave a nod, and they walked to the nearest elevator together. They were squeezed to the rear corner as soon as they stepped in. He shielded her with both hands, and her face came dangerously close to his chest. A small smile played at the corners of Samuel’s lips as he gazed down at Kathleen in his arms with his abysmal eyes. The elevator reached the first floor before they exited from the cramped space, and the apple of Kathleen’s cheeks flushed a rosy color. “I want milk tea.” She was parched. “I’ll get it.” Samuel then instructed, “Wait for me here.” “Okay.” She nodded. He turned and walked in the direction of a milk tea shop, but there was a long queue, and he stood at the tail end of it.

because I’m covering myself up too much. Samuel has a tall frame, so it’s only natural he was recognized in an instant. Besides, he’s only wearing a mask, while I’m also wearing a cap. Everyone around Samuel was staring at him. “Isn’t that Samuel Macari?” “I think so. He looks like Samuel Macari. Not even the mask could hide his handsome face!” “It must be him. This guy is dressed head to toe in designer wear.” “I can’t believe he likes milk tea.” “He’s got to be buying it for someone else, not himself.” “For a girl, maybe?” “What do you think? Of course it’s for a girl!” “It has to be Kathleen Johnson. If she’s here, they must be out on a date.” “No way. Wasn’t their relationship a publicity stunt?” “I don’t think so. I believe it was genuine. Although they’re divorced, I’m confident they will reconcile.” “How would you know?” “I just do!” Samuel knitted his brows as he listened to the crowd prattling. Meanwhile, Kathleen was afraid of getting recognized, so she fled the scene. She sent him a text: I’ll wait for you in the car.

he said with a faint smile. “What good would that do? I’m the one who has to lose weight in the end,” she grumbled before sipping another large mouthful, making her cheeks bulge. Samuel looked at her tenderly before driving away. It was already nightfall when they reached the Macari residence, and dinner was ready. However, Kathleen was too full to eat. After all, she had consumed an entire cup of milk tea on the way back Wynnie spooned some food onto her plate. “What’s wrong?” “I’m not hungry,” Kathleen replied bashfully. “Did both of you sneak out to eat?” Wynnie gave them a disapproving look that was typically reserved for kids. Flustered, Kathleen stared at the dishes on the table and felt helpless. Samuel came to her defense. “Mom, don’t force her. She has a small appetite.” Wynnie gave Kathleen a steely look. “Fine, we’ll wait till you’re hungry, then.” Kathleen nodded, and Samuel took her portion of food. “I’ll finish them for you.” “Thank you,” she said in gratitude. Wynnie