Nemesis Game
Chapter 71 You Want Me to Invite You In?

Ruben did not realize when he held the iron railing as he walked downstairs. His slender and tall body stood there casually. The bright light above his head shone on his shoulders as if there was a layer of dust.

But his eyes were full of disappointment and anguish.

This was the first time that Samantha saw him like this, and all of his pain was caused by Peyton.

She could not explain the feeling inside her heart. Her fingertips which were holding the phone trembled and her throat choked with sobs.

Peyton turned around in disbelief. The moment she saw Ruben, she was shocked as if she had seen a ghost.

She looked just like an icy cold sculpture and her whole body was stiff. Shortly after she came back to her senses, she then ran to him staggering all the way.

"Ruben... please let me explain." Peyton's calm expression was faltering while her eyes were filled with panic and fear.

She then stretched her hand and grabbed his arm, with tears in her eyes.

Her grip hurt his arm slightly. He then faintly frowned and said, "Explain? You want to explain to me... what do you want to explain?"

His voice was rather feeble and very weak as if he had lost all his strength.

Peyton didn't see Ruben's expression who was trying to bear the pain and didn't know that he was injured. She then squeezed his arm hard and said with her tears all over her face, "Ruben, it's her! She was just spouting nonsense; I didn't do anything to her. She just couldn't bear to see how nice you are to me, so she deliberately said all that to you. You cannot believe her, ok?"

Now that things had reached this point, all Peyton could do was to deny all the accusations, so that she would not destroy the image of her in his mind.

Ruben sneered. His face turned pale, "I don't want to believe her either."

"However you were the one who said all that, you were the one who exposed the truth to me." After he finished saying these words, Ruben then shook off her hand coldly and walked up the stairs. Peyton was not acting this time. She staggered and then fell to the floor. Her palms landed on the floor were in fierce pain. As tears welled up in her eyes, she then said, "Ruben, you must believe me!" Ruben had his back to her and walked up the stairs.

"Peyton, you have deeply disappointed me."

He did not fall into a rage, and even if he was really angry, he remained silent.

He didn't look back at her and continued to walk up the stairs step by step trying to escape her burning gaze.

It was true. She had let him down.

He was quite suspicious on the matter, but to get it confirmed from Peyton herself was quite a shock to him.

Nia couldn't have thought of such an ingenious thing, so it seemed that from beginning till the end, the person behind the scenes was Peyton.

If she had said from the beginning that she could not tolerate Samantha and dealt with her openly, it would be better than being kind in front of her but stabbing her back.

What he couldn't accept was that she had pretended to be so gentle and innocent, when she had done so many things behind his back.

A two-faced monster.

These were the words he could think of to describe Peyton.

Peyton wanted to chase after him, but she wasn't able to get up from the ground for a long time.

She was so angry that she covered her face with both hands and wept bitterly. She was no longer the noble daughter of the Moore family.

Soon after that, there was a loud bang of the door closing came from the floor above.

Samantha stood quietly in the living room as she watched Peyton cry. She then suddenly thought about how lonely and dispirited he looked as he turned his back just now.

Did his heart hurt now?

He finally understood what the pain felt like!

She tried hard to form a smile, but the smile made her look uglier than when she was crying.

"Helena, you bitch, it was you who had planned this right? You did this on purpose! You just wanted to make Ruben hate me!" Peyton who was still crying maybe have lost her mind and began to angrily curse at Samantha.

She no longer wanted to pretend anymore. All she wanted to do was just vent out her hatred.

The last trace of memories with her faded in Samantha's eyes as she looked coldly at Peyton who had lost all control.

"You can't make up stories anymore in such a state? You should continue to make up stories. You are a big star in the entertainment industry after all. You should make up another lie to continue deceiving him, wouldn't this make a better way?" Peyton who had lost any sense of rationality then raised her hand trying to hit her, "You better shut up!"

"What else can you do now?" Samantha grabbed her hand quickly and looked at her coldly.

When Peyton met her cold gaze, her anger began to fade away slightly and she regained some sanity.

"I can't do anything to you, but at least you, the female lead has to be replaced by someone else." She wiped away the tears on her face and gave Samantha a very baleful glance.

"Really?" Samantha couldn't care in the slightest.

Peyton took a deep breath and then displayed a rather pretty smile at Samantha as she said, "Let's see."

After Peyton said these nasty words, she then gave her a resentful look. Then she freshened up her fittings and walked gracefully on her high heels.

Peyton was such a woman, and even at this moment, she remained calm.

"Miss Powell, you need to be careful of Peyton." When Dillon saw Peyton leave, Dillon finally had the chance to cut in.

Samantha's heart was warmed when she heard this and replied, "Thank you for your concern, but I will be fine."

"Now come and eat then," Dillon said with a smile.

Samantha then went to the dining table to eat. Dillon was a very good cook and when she saw the food on the table, she suddenly felt very hungry.

Dillon had also cooked something for Ruben and sent them upstairs for him, but in the end, she wasn't able to get him to eat the food.

Dillon then brought the food downstairs and walked over to her, struggling slightly to speak.

"Miss Powell, Mr. Knight refuses to eat anything, can you please go and persuade him?"

Samantha was eating happily. She then replied with a bright smile on her face, "Dillon, you don't need to worry about him. He does not want to die yet. He does not want to eat now because he is not hungry yet. So once he can't stand the hunger anymore then he will eat." Just how old was Ruben? Refused to eat?

Well, he could let himself starve then.

She would not let herself be as worried as Dillon. The more Ruben suffered, and the better she would feel.

He ate or not, it was not her business.

"But..." Dillon's eyes widened in shock.

Samantha then suddenly felt rather awkward by Dillon's reaction, since she was eating something in the Knight's house after all, so the way she spoke about Ruben just now wasn't appropriate.

She felt that from the way Dillon looking at her, Dillon might have thought she had no conscience.

In the end, she put down her bowl and thought for a while.

"I'll try then." She said reluctantly.

Dillon suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you! Miss Powell."

Samantha sighed and then went upstairs with his food.

She pushed the door open and noticed the bed was empty. She then hurriedly walked to another room feeling rather panicked.

In the end, she found him in the study.

"Don't you know how to knock?" Ruben was sitting behind the desk with a cold expression on his face and he said in a rather mocking tone.

Samantha stood at the door with his food in her hands, and even though she was mocked by him, she turned more aggressive.

"I'm holding something in both hands, so how do you expect me to knock?" There wasn't a lot of strength in her voice.

But Samantha started to feel angry inside. Ruben had gone on a hunger strike and therefore she came to bring him some food, but now he spoke to her in this way?

Ruben ignored her and continued to read the documents in his hand, his eyebrows tightened together. The evening sun cast down a faint red glow onto him which warmed his cold face. Samantha stood there holding his food, and for the first time finally understood what it meant to be in a dilemma situation.

She couldn't go in and also couldn't retreat, so she just stood there like a wooden stake.

The air in the study room then became extremely still, and the atmosphere between them seemed to have led to a stalemate.

Just when Samantha was about to open the door and rush out, Ruben who lowered his head and looked at the file suddenly raised his eyes.

His dark eyes looked straight at her; his thin lips then twitched.

He then said, "You still haven't come in? Do you want me to invite you?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐