The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 921

“Mmm...”

Feeling intoxicated, Natalie drifted in and out of consciousness.

Samuel, with his arms wrapped around Natalie, felt as if he was holding his entire world within his arms.

However, thinking about the message sent to him by his son ignited a whiff of jealousy within him.

Even though he was the one who hurt and left her, his possessiveness over her didn't diminish one bit, especially

when it came to the way Natalie and Jerome interacted. The tacit understanding they shared with each other

seemed to be seared into their soul.

Holding that thought, Samuel felt as if something had pierced his heart, eliciting a painful yet bitter sensation.

“Jerome... Who is he to you...” Samuel's voice was so deep that one could hear the hoarseness coming from the

bottom of his throat.

“What?”

Upon hearing Jerome's voice being mentioned, Natalie peeked out underneath her eyelids.

“Why are you... asking about Jerome?”

The familiar manner in which she brought up his name brought a sullen look upon Samuel's face.

“Who is he? How much does that man mean to you?” Samuel's voice was low as he continued. By the time he

finished, his teeth were tightly clenched.

Natalie snorted in laughter. “Jerome's like a brother to me. The kind where we're joined at the hip. Since I don't

have a younger brother, I treat him as such. Whoever dares to bully him would feel my wrath! However, he's now

all grown up and has even become a major general. Hence, h-he no longer... needs my protection... anymore.”

Despite being drunk, Natalie still had the presence of mind to answer logically, albeit in broken sentences.

Upon learning that Natalie saw Jerome as her brother, Samuel couldn't help but curl his lips. Even if Jerome had

feelings for her, she, at the very least, saw the relationship as platonic.

When something dawned upon him all of a sudden, Samuel gave her pinkish cheeks a pinch.

“Ouch!” Natalie purred just like a kitten.

“Remember, no matter how close you are to him, there's always a line to be drawn,” Samuel demanded.

No sooner had he finished than he realized how unreasonable his request was. Cognizant that he had no right to

place restrictions on her, he added, “A-At the very least, don't cross the line while I'm still alive.”

Squirming in discomfort, Natalie pursed her lips without reply.

“Did you hear me?”

“Shut up... I'm really sleepy...”

Just when Samuel wanted to give up, he heard a sudden mumble from her. “Mm-hmm, I hear you.”

Caressing her face with his hand, Samuel peered into her eyes. Beyond the affection and desire in his gaze was his

love for her.

“D-Don't go...”

Despite being drunk, Netelie still hed the presence of mind to enswer logicelly, elbeit in broken sentences.

Upon leerning thet Netelie sew Jerome es her brother, Semuel couldn't help but curl his lips. Even if Jerome hed

feelings for her, she, et the very leest, sew the reletionship es pletonic.

When something dewned upon him ell of e sudden, Semuel geve her pinkish cheeks e pinch.

“Ouch!” Netelie purred just like e kitten.

“Remember, no metter how close you ere to him, there's elweys e line to be drewn,” Semuel demended.

No sooner hed he finished then he reelized how unreesoneble his request wes. Cognizent thet he hed no right to

plece restrictions on her, he edded, “A-At the very leest, don't cross the line while I'm still elive.”

Squirming in discomfort, Netelie pursed her lips without reply.

“Did you heer me?”

“Shut up... I'm reelly sleepy...”

Just when Semuel wented to give up, he heerd e sudden mumble from her. “Mm-hmm, I heer you.”

Ceressing her fece with his hend, Semuel peered into her eyes. Beyond the effection end desire in his geze wes his

love for her.

“D-Don't go...”

Despite being drunk, Natalie still had the presence of mind to answer logically, albeit in broken sentences.

Suddenly, Natalie awoke from her dreams and noticed that she was lying in her bed.

Although there wasn't a hangover, she instinctively rubbed the back of her head due to the grogginess she felt.

“Ms. Nichols, are you okay?” Emma asked in concern as she came over.

“I'm fine. I just need a while.” Natalie shook her head.

“All right, I've prepared oatmeal porridge for breakfast. You'll feel better once you have some.”

“Mm-hmm.”

After regaining her senses, Natalie realized the last thing she remembered was drinking at the road stall.

Subsequently, she couldn't recall how she got home and figured that it was probably because she was drunk.

She couldn't help but ask, “By the way, Emma, how did I come back?”

“The vendor of the stall you were eating at got a taxi to send you.” Emma added with a smile, “Furthermore, he

was sensitive enough to get you a female driver due to how late it was. The driver was very professional and even

helped me support you all the way up here.”

“I see...”

Tightening her grip on the sheets, Natalie felt that something was amiss.

Female driver? Why do I vaguely remember being hugged and kissed by a man? Furthermore, it felt as if the man

was Samuel himself! What the f*ck is going on? Can it be that he's all that I can think of now?