Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband (or The Ninth Bride)

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Samantha lifted her hand and gently placed it near Finley's lips, interrupting him with a soft touch. "Although you doubted me, and it upset me a little when I reflect on it, I understand that it's only because you care about me so deeply, which is why you came to Old Mr. Hunter's house. I forgive you for your mistrust. But, Finley, let this be the last time. I believe in you so much, yet you didn't trust me, and it hurt me profoundly."

Listening to Samantha's heartfelt words, Finley, overwhelmed with guilt, reached out and embraced her tightly. "I'm sorry, Sam. I promise there won't be a next time." "Mmm."

Upon returning to the villa, they found Elias in the kitchen, under Daphne's tutelage, trying to make pastries. Samantha and Finley walked in hand in hand, only to be greeted by Daphne's mixture of exasperation and instruction. Samantha couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Ms. Stuart, it's so late. Why are you still up?" Samantha asked.

Daphne placed the pastry mold aside and responded, "It's because of this rascal, Elias. He insisted on learning how to make pastries in the middle of the night. I agreed to teach him, but after over an hour, look at the mess he made. What even are these?"

With a clear expression of disdain, Daphne presented the misshapen pastries Elias had produced and placed them before Samantha. Samantha couldn't suppress a smirk. "These pastries... they're oddly shaped and, frankly, a bit unappetizing. Elias, if you wanted pastries, why didn't you ask Ms. Stuart to make them? What was the point of doing it yourself?"

Elias, a bit embarrassed, explained, "Well, my sister wanted pastries made by me. Since I don't know how to make them, I needed Ms. Stuart's help."

Emily... How does she manage to come up with such absurd demands every day?

Did she not realize her big brother was clueless about cooking, let alone making pastries? Samantha took a bite of one of Daphne's pastries. It was an odd combination of salty and sweet with a peculiar aftertaste. How could one describe this pastry? It could be described in two words-utterly dreadful.

Samantha discreetly spat out the pastry onto the plate and turned to Elias. "Honestly, you might want to reconsider giving these pastries to your sister. I'm worried she might end up with food poisoning! It's getting late; you should go to bed." Was it truly that terrible?

Elias sampled one of the pastries himself. After a couple of chews, his stomach churned.

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had always been so kind to him. Guilt flickered in his eyes as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Sam. The truth is, I didn't come to the Hunter Residence just to pick you up. I came because

he watched Samantha's face closely. Her expression remained inscrutable, leaving him uncertain of her

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about me so deeply, which is why you came to Old Mr. Hunter's house. I forgive you for your mistrust. But, Finley, let this be the last time. I believe in you so much,

and embraced her

the villa, they found Elias in the kitchen, under Daphne's tutelage, trying to make pastries. Samantha and Finley walked in hand in hand, only

it's so late. Why are

hour, look at the mess he made. What even are these?" With a clear expression of disdain, Daphne presented the misshapen pastries Elias had produced and placed them before Samantha. Samantha couldn't suppress a smirk. "These pastries... they're oddly shaped and, frankly, a bit unappetizing. Elias, if you wanted pastries, why didn't you ask Ms. Stuart to make them? What was the point

my sister wanted pastries made by me. Since I

manage to come up with such

her big brother was clueless about cooking, let alone making pastries? Samantha took a bite of one of Daphne's pastries. It was an odd combination of salty and sweet with a peculiar aftertaste. How could one describe

the plate and turned to Elias. "Honestly, you might want to reconsider giving these pastries to your sister. I'm worried she might end

the pastries himself. After

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