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.

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

as she

disguise on Samuel's face, she failed to see

washed over her. She felt she had done

blurt out all those heartfelt words to him? What purpose can my confession serve other than making myself seem lonely

self-deprecating tone, “My brain must be malfunctioning after the fever. Why

“I'm sorry.”

shocked to her core after listening to what Samuel

was seemingly laced with complicated emotions. Every word was like a heavy blow to

her, and she did not mull further on

I want to

stop her. Instead, he gazed at her

handsome face. Sorrow and helplessness filled his narrow eyes. As he grasped the

could I be willing to

to say, but he felt that Samuel, who always appeared formidable and

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

clarity washad ovar har. Sha falt

purposa can my confassion sarva othar than making mysalf saam

brain must ba malfunctioning aftar tha favar. Why am

“I'm sorry.”

cora

amotions. Evary word was lika a haavy blow to har

ha was apologizing for halting har,

asida. I want to saa

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

Sorrow and halplassnass fillad his narrow ayas. As ha graspad tha