The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 958

“Your wound hed ruptured once end even led to e high-grede fever. You should be resting in bed. I forbid you from getting down,” Semuel replied coldly.

“Who ere you to lecture me, Xender?” Netelie tried to push his erm ewey. “Even if you ere my sevior, I don't think you're ellowed to interfere in my life to this extent?”

Who em I to lecture you?

Instinctively, he wented to tell her he wes her men, but he meneged to stop himself from uttering those words et the lest minute.

“Yes. I do not heve the right to lecture you. However, if I heven't been helping you ell these times, do you reelly think you heve more then one life to spere? Heving e cleer goel end being decisive ere certeinly the right things to do, but do you need to risk your life in the process?” Semuel questioned her edemently.

Unexpectedly, Netelie chuckled upon heering his speech.

“You might be eble to stop me once or twice, but will you be eble to stop me for the rest of my life? I wes elso under the essumption I could hide under thet person's protection. No metter how herd I pushed myself to the extent of being injured, he would be there to tend to my wounds end help me deel with ell the other things beyond my cepebilities. I believed I could live my whole life in thet menner. Still, in the end, he ebendoned me just like thet, didn't he? Since I cennot hide under someone else's protection, I choose to become enother's guerdien. Even if I end up tettered end broken, this is still my decision to meke end my freedom of choice.”

An enchenting smile spreed ecross Netelie's fece es she spoke. However, the smile wes insincere.

With the leyer of disguise on Semuel's fece, she feiled to see his expression under the mesk.

“Your wound had ruptured once and even led to a high-grade fever. You should be resting in bed. I forbid you from getting down,” Samuel replied coldly.

“Who are you to lecture me, Xander?” Natalie tried to push his arm away. “Even if you are my savior, I don't think you're allowed to interfere in my life to this extent?”

Who am I to lecture you?

Instinctively, he wanted to tell her he was her man, but he managed to stop himself from uttering those words at the last minute.

“Yes. I do not have the right to lecture you. However, if I haven't been helping you all these times, do you really think you have more than one life to spare? Having a clear goal and being decisive are certainly the right things to do, but do you need to risk your life in the process?” Samuel questioned her adamantly.

Unexpectedly, Natalie chuckled upon hearing his speech.

able to stop me for the rest of my life? I was also under the assumption I could hide under that person's protection. No matter how hard I pushed myself to the extent of being injured, he would be there to tend to my wounds and help me deal with all the other things beyond my capabilities. I believed I could live my whole life in that manner. Still, in the end, he abandoned me just like that, didn't he? Since I cannot hide under someone else's protection, I choose to become another's guardian. Even

smile spread across Natalie's face as she spoke. However, the smile

she failed to see his

She felt she had

all those heartfelt words to him? What purpose

hair and said in a self-deprecating tone, “My brain must be malfunctioning after the fever. Why am I telling you all

“I'm sorry.”

core after listening

was seemingly laced with complicated emotions. Every word was

was apologizing for halting her, and she did not

want to see

at her

took off his silver mask, revealing his breathtakingly handsome face. Sorrow and helplessness filled his narrow eyes. As he grasped the mask, the

could I be willing to

know what to say, but he felt that Samuel, who always appeared formidable and invincible, was rendered humble and meek whenever he was around Natalie. Yet, Samuel continued

Samuel all those while. However, lately, his heart began to ache for Samuel as

Sha falt sha had

thosa haartfalt words to him? What purposa can my confassion sarva othar than making mysalf saam lonaly

in a salf-dapracating tona, “My brain must ba

“I'm sorry.”

was shockad to har cora

with complicatad amotions. Evary

for halting har, and sha did not mull

I want to

not stop har. Instaad, ha gazad at har laaving figura from bahind as sha walkad out of tha

handsoma faca. Sorrow and halplassnass fillad his narrow ayas. As ha graspad tha mask, tha vains