Divorce Anxiety
Chapter 265

Chapter 265 They Look So Sweet TogetherFor the safety of her riches, Kathleen rejected Wynnie'sinvitation.The latter was still in the mood for poker, so she called Calvin over.“What's Samueldoing?” Wynnie asked. “What's taking him so long?"“I'll go and have a look.” Kathleen turnedaround and left the games room.Just as she reached the door, Samuel pushed the door open andcame in."What's the matter?” His voice was gentle.”Mrs. Macari is worried since you'd been gone forso long, so I came out to check on you.”She looked outside the main door, but Samuel blocked herline 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,” Kathleencommented teasingly.He snorted in reply.Just then, Charles came over and asked, “Samuel, do youwant to have a game of chess with me?"“Sure.” Samuel grinned.”You two have been playing chessall 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 toplay with you either."With that, the two snorted and turned around before walking away.Kathleenwas speechless.They're so quick to turn against one another. I've had enough.”I'm going to look forSnowy.” Kathleen muttered coldly, “For the first time, I replace that it's more difficult to talk to humansthan a dog.”Samuel, who had just sat down not far away, frowned.Charles also felt like he had beeninsulted. When Kathleen went to the pet's room to replace Snowy, she saw that the dog was lying onthe carpet.She leaned over and hugged its neck.Just then, Charles came into the room."This isSnowy?" He stroked Snowy's fur on its head.Being the well behaved dog that it was, Snowy did notbudge as it let Charles stroked it."Yup.” Kathleen nodded and explained, “It was rescued by me, so Inamed it Snowy."Charles gave her a meaningful look. “Godfather gave me a call today."Kathleenresponded indifferently, “Oh."“He requested me to ask you about your condition now and if you stillremember the three-year promise,” Charles reminded. Tell him I won't break the promise."Charlesknew she didn't like his godfather.”He probably saw the news about you and Samuel, so...” Hetrailed off.”Charles, tell him not to worry. I won't go back on my word, but you also have to tell himnot to be presumptuous. Only several months have passed. It's not even three years yet. What's therush?” Kathleen questioned icily.Charles pursed his lips. “It's my fault. You agreed to his conditionsbecause of me.”She shook her head. “Charles, it's not your fault."Her brother patted her on hershoulder lightly.Standing outside the door, Samuel overheard their conversation, and his eyesdarkened.What conditions has Kathleen agreed to with Charles’ godfather? Why does she hate himso much? Could it be... No. I can't let her be controlled by others.A cold glint flashed across his eyesat that thought.At eight o’clock at night, they had New Year's Eve dinner at the Macariresidence.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 cruiseship.” 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 drinkingseveral glasses, Kathleen started to feel dizzy.Samuel sighed. “Mom, are you trying to give her ahangover?"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 herback then?"Samuel fell silent.Just then, Charles received a call.”"Excuse me. Something came up, soI'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 seeme.""Oh.” Kathleen nodded. “You should go then. Send her my wishes.”"Okay.” Charles reached outand stroked her hair. “Don’t drink anymore. Otherwise, you'll have a hangover tomorrow."lknow."Charles looked at Calvin solemnly. “Mr. Macari, I shall leave my sister and my granny toyou.”"Don’t worry about it, Mr. Johnson,” Calvin replied warmly.Only then did Charles leave withoutworry.At ten o'clock at night, Diana and Frances had gone back to their rooms after drinking a littlebit of wine. They felt tired and went to bed early.Meanwhile, Wynnie had downed two bottles ofwine 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 hadenough.”“Darling, we can continue drinking together in our room.” Calvin caressed her face, hisgaze gentle."Really?” Wynnie's eyes lit up.He chuckled. “Do you remember the bottle of wine Ibrought back previously? You said we should drink it during the New Year. Well, we can drink it inour room. This way, we won't have to share with them.”"All right!” Wynnie agreed to his suggestionreadily.Calvin heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he picked his wife up and carried her upstairs.Wynniekicked her legs. “Don't forget about my wine.”"Don’t worry.” The way Calvin spoke and talked to herwas 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 dininghall.Kathleen and Samuel were the only ones left at the dining table.Staring in the direction whereCalvin and Wynnie had left, Kathleen said, “They look so sweet together.”Samuel looked at herflushed cheeks. “I'll ask Maria to prepare you the hangover remedy."It's fine,” she rejected.She tookthe wineglass and gulped down half of the wine. “It's been a long time since I was drunk. It feelsnice.”"Samuel gazed at her intently. “Is there something troubling you?""Yes.” Kathleen stared blanklyahead. “But I don't want to talk about it."“Don't say it then.” Samuel's voice was filled withgentleness. “You didn't eat much just now.”She put down the wineglass. Suddenly, she tugged at histie, pulling him close to her."What is it?” Samuel stared at her, his deep, dark eyes seemedtranquil.”Samuel, stop pestering me.” Her soft voice was laced with coldness. “I don't want to keepthis charade up with you any longer.”Charade? She thinks that I'm toying with her?Samuelcontinued to cast a cold look on her, but somewhere in his heart stung. “Why?"We were fine. Sheeven 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.”