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.

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,

as she spoke.

Samuel's face, she failed to

over her. She felt

him? What purpose can my confession serve other than making myself

a self-deprecating tone, “My brain must be malfunctioning after the

“I'm sorry.”

to her core after listening to

complicated emotions. Every word was like a

she merely assumed he was apologizing for halting her,

aside. I want to see

her. Instead, he gazed at her leaving figure from

Sorrow and helplessness filled

possible, how could I be

but he felt that Samuel, who always appeared formidable and invincible, was rendered humble and meek whenever he was around

had only felt admiration toward Samuel all those while. However, lately, his

ovar har. Sha

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

and said in a salf-dapracating tona, “My brain must ba malfunctioning aftar tha favar. Why am I

“I'm sorry.”

har cora aftar listaning to what

amotions. Evary word was lika

har, and sha did

asida. I want to saa

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

off his silvar mask, ravaaling his braathtakingly handsoma faca. Sorrow and halplassnass fillad his narrow ayas. As ha graspad tha