They Look So Sweet Together
For the safety of her riches, Kathleen rejected Wynnie’s invitation.
The latter was still in the mood for poker, so she called Calvin over.
“What’s Samuel doing?” Wynnie asked. “What’s taking him so long?”
“I’ll go and have a look.” Kathleen turned around and left the games room.
Just as she reached the door, Samuel pushed the door open and came in.
“What’s the matter?” His voice was gentle.
“Mrs. Macari is worried since you’d been gone for so long, so I came out to check on you.”
She looked outside the main door, but Samuel blocked her line of sight. “There’s nothing to see. It’s just
Tyson. He came for work matters.”
Kathleen blinked. “It’s New Year’s Eve. He’s still working?”
Samuel nodded.
“You’re an evil capitalist,” Kathleen commented teasingly.
He snorted in reply.
Just then, Charles came over and asked, “Samuel, do you want to have a game of chess with me?”
“Sure.” Samuel grinned.
“You two have been playing chess all day,” Kathleen groaned. “It’s the holidays. Can’t you think of
something fun?”
Charles huffed, “Nothing is fun with this kind of person.”
Samuel shot him a side glance. “I’m not really interested to play with you either.”
With that, the two snorted and turned around before walking away.
Kathleen was speechless.
They’re so quick to turn against one another. I’ve had enough.
“I’m going to look for Snowy.” Kathleen muttered coldly, “For the first time, I find that it’s more difficult to
talk to humans than a dog.”
Samuel, who had just sat down not far away, frowned.
Charles also felt like he had been insulted.
When Kathleen went to the pet’s room to find Snowy, she saw that the dog was lying on the carpet.
She leaned over and hugged its neck.
Just then, Charles came into the room.
“This is Snowy?” He stroked Snowy’s fur on its head.
Being the well behaved dog that it was, Snowy did not budge as it let Charles stroked it.
“Yup.” Kathleen nodded and explained, “It was rescued by me, so I named it Snowy.”
Charles gave her a meaningful look. “Godfather gave me a call today.”
Kathleen responded indifferently, “Oh.”
“He requested me to ask you about your condition now and if you still remember the three-year
promise,” Charles reminded.
“Tell him I won’t break the promise.”
Charles knew she didn’t like his godfather.
“He probably saw the news about you and Samuel, so…” He trailed off.
“Charles, tell him not to worry. I won’t go back on my word, but you also have to tell him not to be
presumptuous. Only several months have passed. It’s not even three years yet. What’s the rush?”
Kathleen questioned icily.
Charles pursed his lips. “It’s my fault. You agreed to his conditions because of me.”
She shook her head. “Charles, it’s not your fault.”
Her brother patted her on her shoulder lightly.
Standing outside the door, Samuel overheard their conversation, and his eyes darkened.
What conditions has Kathleen agreed to with Charles’ godfather? Why does she hate him so much?
Could it be… No. I can’t let her be controlled by others.
A cold glint flashed across his eyes at that thought.
At eight o’clock at night, they had New Year’s Eve dinner at the Macari residence.
Since it was New Year’s Eve dinner, they had liquor on the table.
Kathleen asked Wynnie, “Mrs. Macari, where’s Cynthia?”
“She’s cooler than me. She’s gone traveling on a luxurious cruise ship.” Wynnie poured Kathleen a
glass of wine. “Here, drink some.”
Seeing that it was red wine, Kathleen did not decline.
Wynnie was the one who could drink the most among them.
After drinking several glasses, Kathleen started to feel dizzy.
Samuel sighed. “Mom, are you trying to give her a hangover?”
“It’s fine. I’ll ask Maria to make some hangover remedy for her.” Wynnie then teased, “Why? You finally
know how to show concern for your wife, huh? Why didn’t you take care of her back then?”
Samuel fell silent.
Just then, Charles received a call.
“Excuse me. Something came up, so I’ll be taking leave first.” He stood up slowly.
Kathleen tugged at his sleeves and mumbled, “Charles, where are you going?”
“The Lewis residence,” Charles answered in a low voice. “Vivian wants to see me.”
“Oh.” Kathleen nodded. “You should go then. Send her my wishes.”
“Okay.” Charles reached out and stroked her hair. “Don’t drink anymore. Otherwise, you’ll have a
hangover tomorrow.”
“I know.”
Charles looked at Calvin solemnly. “Mr. Macari, I shall leave my sister and my granny to you.”
“Don’t worry about it, Mr. Johnson,” Calvin replied warmly.
Only then did Charles leave without worry.
At ten o’clock at night, Diana and Frances had gone back to their rooms after drinking a little bit of
wine. They felt tired and went to bed early.
Meanwhile, Wynnie had downed two bottles of wine unknowingly. Her cheeks were red, and she
looked drunk with her glassy eyes.
Calvin sighed. “Darling, let’s go back to our room.”
“No.” Wynnie shook her head and slurred, “I haven’t had enough.”
“Darling, we can continue drinking together in our room.” Calvin caressed her face, his gaze gentle.
“Really?” Wynnie’s eyes lit up.
He chuckled. “Do you remember the bottle of wine I brought back previously? You said we should drink
it during the New Year. Well, we can drink it in our room. This way, we won’t have to share with them.”
“All right!” Wynnie agreed to his suggestion readily.
Calvin heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he picked his wife up and carried her upstairs.
Wynnie kicked her legs. “Don’t forget about my wine.”
“Don’t worry.” The way Calvin spoke and talked to her was gentle.
With her arms wrapped around his neck, Wynnie gave her husband a kiss.
After they left, the only sounds that could be heard were the ones that came from the television in the
dining hall.
Kathleen and Samuel were the only ones left at the dining table.
Staring in the direction where Calvin and Wynnie had left, Kathleen said, “They look so sweet together.”
Samuel looked at her flushed cheeks. “I’ll ask Maria to prepare you the hangover remedy.”
“It’s fine,” she rejected.
She took the wineglass and gulped down half of the wine. “It’s been a long time since I was drunk. It
feels nice.”
Samuel gazed at her intently. “Is there something troubling you?”
“Yes.” Kathleen stared blankly ahead. “But I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Don’t say it then.” Samuel’s voice was filled with gentleness. “You didn’t eat much just now.”
She put down the wineglass. Suddenly, she tugged at his tie, pulling him close to her.
“What is it?” Samuel stared at her, his deep, dark eyes seemed tranquil.
“Samuel, stop pestering me.” Her soft voice was laced with coldness. “I don’t want to keep this charade
up with you any longer.”
Charade? She thinks that I’m toying with her?
Samuel continued to cast a cold look on her, but somewhere in his heart stung. “Why?”
We were fine. She even said she wanted to cure my illness and heal my body.
Displeasure seeped into Kathleen’s eyes. “I don’t like you. Isn’t that reason good enough?”
His eyes turned even colder. “That’s good enough.”
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