Chapter 168

He believed he had done better than Joseph and cared for her more. Yet, in her heart, did he still not measure up to even a fraction of Joseph? With this thought, Xander's steps became more hesitant, almost as if he wanted to flee. "Samantha, let me clean this up first. We can talk afterwards." As soon as he finished speaking, Xander went to the kitchen to get a broom to sweep up the broken pieces and throw them into the trash can. Then, he mopped up the spilled tea before slowly sitting on the sofa, nervously clutching his pants, waiting for Samantha to arrive. The tea on the floor was easy to clean, but Xander took 20 minutes to complete the task. To be honest, he was a bit afraid of talking with Samantha. He also didn't want to hear her say she still loved Joseph. Seeing Xander sitting on the sofa, Samantha finally left the room and walked over to sit opposite him. She looked at the freshly brewed tea on the table. Her eyes flickered as she asked, "Mr. Wembley, I remember… I