Divorce Anxiety (Kathleen and Samuel)

Chapter 412 Guess Whose Face This Is

“It’s not wise for you to appear before them right now. Why don’t I go instead?” Charles grimly stated.

That was when Clarissa immediately offered, “I’ll go with you since I’m more adept at determining whether Zachary is truly dead.”

Charles glanced at her with deep intent before finally nodding. “Okay, let’s go.”

The two promptly took their leave.

A dark emotion flickered in Kathleen’s narrowed eyes just then.

Doesn’t Clarissa seem a little too proactive? Oh well. I guess it’s best to let Charles realize some things on his own. After all, who’s to say Charles is interested in Clarissa? Plus, she might not want him to know her feelings. If I tell Charles that I think Clarissa’s interested in him, it might make things awkward.

The only thing keeping Kathleen together these days was Samuel.

However, a week had already passed, yet he showed no signs of waking up.

He would previously twitch a little when dreaming, but that did not happen anymore.

How frustrating!

With that thought, Kathleen turned to go upstairs and check on him.

Samuel lay unconscious on the bed. His breathing was stable, but his chest barely rose or fell.

Kathleen approached him, sat on the bed, and held his hand while speaking. “I used to think you were too quiet and wondered if you talked more when around Nicolette. Now that I’m seeing you like this, I can’t help but miss the way you used to be.

“Please wake up, Samuel. Haven’t you slept enough? Please just come around, okay? Let’s not fight anymore. Can’t we spend the rest of our days peacefully?”

Despite her efforts, Samuel did not respond.

That sparked annoyance in Kathleen, who instantly snapped, “I’ve already asked you nicely! Why won’t you wake up? Ugh, you’re so mean!”

There was still no response.

Subsequently, Kathleen leaned closer to him while frowning. “What’s so good about staying unconscious anyway? Don’t tell me that you’re dreaming about Nicolette!”

It was then that she pointed at Samuel’s chiseled face. “Do you not love me anymore? I bet the Nicolette in your dreams is super gentle toward you, huh? I bet she’s so much better than me. Is that why you’re unwilling to wake up?”

Only silence came from Samuel.

“Jeez, fine. I’ll stop joking around. You go ahead and rest up then,” said a sighing Kathleen.

Samuel

went downstairs,

never stopped addressing Kathleen with that title, but the latter did not

matter?” Kathleen

Mr. Macari being unconscious hasn’t got out yet. However, there’s this event that Mr. Macari needs to attend, no matter what.” Tyson seemed like he was in

it?” asked a

party of the

brows arched in confusion

Tyson realized something. “Oh, my apologies. I forgot that you lost your memories, Mrs. Macari. But yes, that mentor named Stephen Yackley significantly aided Mr. Macari when the latter was younger. It’s now the twentieth birthday of Stephen’s daughter, and their family has extended an invitation to Mr. Macari. They insisted that

the invitation

briefly before asking, “We can’t decline

“Indeed. Not at

crept up Kathleen’s face. “I need to think about

as she brainstormed for

“If there’s nothing we can do about it, then let’s just get someone to pose as Samuel for

utter shock. “Pose as

seriousness. “Don’t you recall how easy

as

same height and aura as Samuel.” Kathleen massaged her temples before asking, “Do you know anyone who could fit the

thinking it was

past Kathleen with the

moving them

there!” Kathleen boomed all of a

froze in his steps, asking,

over and got on her tiptoes to examine his height. Moments passed before she nodded satisfactorily. “Not bad. Not bad

together as he wondered what she

a muscle!” Kathleen instructed while

stiffly in that

down a set of Samuel’s suits from the room upstairs and handed

these on,”

frown eventually deepened as he asked, “What is all this

and get to it!” Kathleen urged. “Come to the office once you’re done. As for you, Tyson, I want you to

joined Kathleen in

brought the suit set to the washroom and got

before he walked into Kathleen’s office in

took out her tool kit

and instantly questioned, “What