The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 

Natalie was surprised by his sharp observation. She hadn‘t thought he would ask right on point. 

She lowered her head to contemplate for a moment before she answered, “I‘ll be going to Livingsfill tomorrow, so I might not be in Dellmoor for the next ten days. I‘ll send Clayton over, since no one will be taking care of him while I‘m gone.” 

The Todd family was influential in Livingsfill. 

She wasn‘t sure when or if she would make it back from her trip. Besides, she didn‘t want Samuel to know about her worries, so she only told him she would be gone for ten days. 

He stopped playing with her hands and stared fixedly at her. “Anything else?” 

“Nothing.” 

“I have something.” 

“Huh?” 

Natalie looked at him puzzledly. 

He clenched her small hands tightly in his, then he gently pushed her back onto the couch, covering her body with his. His eyes darkened, and his voice turned husky. “Don‘t flirt with other guys. Don‘t forget about me and don‘t endanger yourself...” 

Taken aback by his concern, Natalie lifted her head with unsteady breath to look up at him. 

For the one moment, she thought he could see right through her lies. 

Her lips moved to say something, but no words came out in the end. 

His eyes darkened as he gulped. He gently caressed her rosy, soft lips with his fingers. 

She still won‘t tell me anything! She still doesn‘t trust me after all this time. 

As that thought crossed his mind, an urge to punish her rose within him. 

He pressed his lips into a thin line. His gaze turned cold as he stared at her, causing 

She couldn‘t discern the reason for not pushing him away. Is it because I didn‘t want to or I couldn‘t? 

a mess. 

Early next morning, the first thing Natalie felt when she woke up was the stinging pain on her lips. 

Samuel was a man of his words. He had promised that he wouldn‘t touch her against her will, and he kept his word. However, it was a pity that her lips had to suffer for it. 

As she moved to get up, a slender arm pulled her back against a warm chest. 

“Samuel...” 

“Don‘t move. Let me hug you for a little while longer.” Samuel‘s voice was husky as he warned, “You‘re a medical student, so you should know about men‘s biological response in the morning. If you move, I can‘t promise you that I won‘t go back on my words and take you right here and now.” 

Natalie‘s heart skipped a beat. 

“Don‘t you need to go to work today?” 

“I used to scorn the kings who don‘t hold councils in the morning after a late–night tryst with a beauty..” Samuel breathed in her herby scent and nipped her ear lightly. “But I can empathize with them now. You‘ve made me one of them.”