Winning her back after divorce (Divorce anxiety)

Chapter 37

“Don’t worry. I’ve always been a man of my word,” Samuel assured before casually biting her ear

again. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t even have the room to speak right now.”

“I’m hungry. I’m going to go make some pasta.” Kathleen diverted the topic and escaped right

away.

Samuel revealed a frosty smile.

What a coward. I don’t know what she’s so scared of.

Out of nowhere, she turned back around. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

She flashed a smile that reached her eyes. “Okay.”

Following that, she turned and went to cook some food.

In the meantime, Samuel blow-dried his hair and put on some clothes.

At that moment, his phone rang.

It was a call from Nicolette.

He picked up and asked, “What is it?”

“When are you coming, Samuel?” Nicolette whined pathetically. “I have to undergo chemotherapy

tomorrow. I’m scared.”

“I’m busy today…” Samuel had only just begun to answer when Kathleen walked over.

“The pasta’s done, Sam!” she announced.

Her voice left Nicolette stunned.

Is that Kathleen’s voice? Is he with her right now? What’s going on here? I’m sure she’s heard the

recording. How could she be with him?

“All right,” Samuel responded with a nod. “I’ll come over right now.”

Kathleen, who didn’t know that he was on a call with Nicolette, grinned. “Don’t worry about it.

Finish up whatever you’re doing while I go and make a few side dishes.”

Having said that, she stepped back out.

“Nicolette,” he murmured with his voice lowered.

“It’s okay, Samuel. I know you’re tired, so it’s fine if you don’t come and see me today,” Nicolette

reassured and tried to seem understanding. “You should eat a bit more. Eat enough for the both of

us.”

“Haven’t you eaten yet?” Samuel inquired indifferently.

“No. I don’t have much of an appetite,” she admitted and bit her lip. “I heard Kathleen say that she

made some pasta for you two. I’d love to have some, too. The food they serve here isn’t appetizing

at all.”

Actually, she had only said that so that Samuel would bring her the food that Kathleen had made.

It wasn’t because she actually wanted to eat the pasta.

Instead, Nicolette intended to let Kathleen know that Samuel would do whatever she asked for.

“I’ll get Tyson to bring you some,” he offered.

His words once again left Nicolette in a daze.

Is he not coming?

“It’s fine. I wasn’t being serious. You should go ahead and eat. I won’t bother you any longer,”

Nicolette murmured miserably. “I’ll be fine alone, Samuel. When I was out of the country for the

past three years, I handled everything on my own, whether it was about my illness or anything

else. I can go through it all alone. You don’t need to bother with me.”

With that, she hung up the phone.

Samuel furrowed his brows.

What she had said made him intensely uncomfortable, but he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason

why.

After putting on his shirt, he went outside to see Kathleen walking out of the kitchen with some side

dishes in her hands.

She wore pink casual clothes, and her long, silky hair was tied in a high ponytail. The aura she

exuded was youthful and precious.

To top it all off, she was even wearing an apron with rabbit and carrot patterns on it.

No matter how one looked at her, she was the definition of adorable.

Even when she thought nobody was around, she still looked gentle and relaxed. There was no

sense of pressure around her.

“Let’s eat, Sam,” she coaxed with a sweet smile on her face.

Samuel went over, and they made their way to the dining room.

Kathleen had prepared two plates of pasta.

There were eggs, shrimp, and ham on his plate.

As for hers, there was only pasta, eggs, and some vegetables.

“Why are you eating such plain food?” he asked while taking a seat.

After all, she was the one who liked eating ham the most.

“I’ll have trouble digesting heavy food this late at night,” she explained with a pout.

Honestly, she didn’t want to eat it at all.

In fact, she had the urge to throw up but held it in.

“You sure are pampered,” he remarked.

Kathleen sat down as well, and they both began to dig in.

It had been a long time since they had shared a meal together.

It was as if they had gone back to the days when Nicolette hadn’t returned yet.

Whenever Samuel had to work late into the night, she would wait for him.

Once he came back, she would prepare a plate of pasta or some piping hot mushroom soup. It

had become a habit of hers.

However, while they were eating, she noticed that he was a little out of it.

It makes sense. It’s not like he would be able to get over Nicolette that easily. I promised to give

him a month’s time, so I won’t bring it up until the month is over.

Following the meal, Kathleen washed up all the dishes before taking a shower.

When she came out of the bathroom, she noticed that Samuel wasn’t around.

Did he leave again?

She let out a sigh. I shouldn’t have had any hope in a b*stard like him.

Bang!

An abrupt sound traveled from the outside.

It caused Kathleen’s face to turn pale. Has a thief broken in? Did Samuel forget to lock the door NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

because he was in a hurry? D*mn you, Samuel!

Kathleen took a look around the bedroom and picked up a vase.

She summoned her courage and approached the door.

After sucking in a deep breath, she turned the doorknob and opened it.

The lights in the living room were still off, but the door was wide open.

Oh God. Someone really has broken in!

If she and her baby were to perish right then and there, she would never forgive Samuel, even in

death.

The sound of footsteps reached her ears. They came from the living room.

She backed into the house and fished out her phone to call the police.

“Hello? Police? There’s a thief in my house,” she stammered. Her body was trembling from

anxiety.

“Could you tell us your address?” the policeman requested.

Kathleen did as he said.

“Got it. We’ll come over right now. Please stay put and make sure you’re safe,” he informed.

“Okay,” she replied while cowering in fear.

Knock! Knock!

She could hear someone knocking on the door, and her body began shaking even more violently.

Why is this thief so polite? He’s even knocking on the door.

“Why did you lock the door, Kathleen?” Samuel’s voice traveled into the house from outside the

door.

The sound of it left Kathleen dumbstruck.

Samuel? I thought he left.

She quickly ran over to open the door and saw that it really was Samuel.

“Why are you still here?” asked Kathleen out of shock.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He frowned. “I was smoking just now, and I accidentally spilled the ashtray. I

went to throw the trash, and when I came back, I saw that the bedroom door was locked. I heard

you whispering inside, too.”

A wave of awkwardness washed over her. “Why did you have to turn the lights off if you just went

to throw the trash? Why didn’t you close the door after you were done, either?”

“The kitchen light is on, isn’t it? I only need a bit of light to see. I opened the door so that I could air

out the smell of smoke from the living room. I thought you hated the smell of cigarettes?” Samuel

explained.

Kathleen pursed her lips. It seemed that there was a huge misunderstanding.

Just then, two police officers walked in.

“Stop right there!” one of them ordered strictly. “Don’t hurt that woman. Put your hands up!”

Both Samuel and Kathleen were rendered speechless.

“I’m sorry!” Kathleen began apologizing to them profusely. She was so full of shame that she

couldn’t even lift her head. “I’m so sorry, sir. I got it all wrong. I’m really sorry.”

Samuel stared at her with his arms crossed. There was a subtle smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, it’s good that you keep your guard up, young lady. It’s amazing that your first move was to

contact the police, but next time, tell us right away if it was a misunderstanding.” The policemen

were clearly dumbfounded by the turn of events.

“Yes. I understand.” Kathleen was on the verge of tears at that point. She couldn’t have known that

Samuel was still around.

The policemen eyed Samuel and found him rather familiar. “You should reflect on yourself too, sir.

Why would your wife think that you weren’t at home?”

Samuel remained quiet.