The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 847

The moment Samuel stepped out of the bathroom, he caught sight of Natalie sleeping with her lips curved into a smile. He approached her and lowered his body to scrutinize her.

The dim yellowish light from the mini night lamp cascaded on Natalie's dainty face. Below her lovely arched brows, her charming eyes were tightly shut at the moment. Even so, he could barely take his eyes off her. Her curly eyelashes fluttered slightly, matching the tempo of her steady and rhythmic breathing.

Regardless of how long Samuel kept his eyes glued to her, he knew he would never get sick of it. It only made his heart flutter more the longer he gazed at her. How he wished he could have her beautiful face carved in his heart.

After what seemed like an eternity, Samuel got to his feet gradually. He then walked silently to the balcony and lit a cigarette.

Luna had used the same solution to suppress the poison in his body, but it could scarcely help.

She presumed the poison in his body would evade his nervous system even more rapidly if they could not find a more effective way to suppress it. By then, his energy would gradually drain, and his five senses would become weaker. In the worst-case scenario, he might encounter breathing difficulty and be unable to defecate by himself.

Natalie was also a doctor. Nonetheless, of all the people, Samuel did not wish to let her discover his illness the most!

At the thought, he was suddenly out of breath due to the stabbing pain in his chest. It was as though someone had poked an invisible steel needle into his heart.

Deep down, he could not help despising the mighty creator for being hard-hearted. Now that I've finally found the meaning of life, how could you have the heart to snatch away my health and self-esteem?

up staying awake the whole

left for the guesthouse before Natalie woke

a sleepless night going through medical books for methods to expel the poison from Samuel's

for the acupuncture session

his shirt, exposing his

needle, but someone

answer the door first,” Samuel urged her in

and stepped out

into

he greeted

was preoccupied with the tedious mission of expelling Samuel's poison

brought you flowers. Aren't you going to invite

a secret, Luna turned him down instinctively, “Mr. Steven, it's not convenient at the moment. Thanks for your flowers. Could you please leave

sensed that she intended to chase him off, by all means, Steven's frown deepened