Chapter 292

After a long while, Samuel pressed his sweat-dampened cheek against Shelmaine's, kissing her once more. She had no strength left, slumped against the car door, her eyes dull and lifeless as he stood before her. Samuel gently cleaned her up with tissues, then draped his jacket over her shoulders. The pearl buttons from her evening gown had scattered across the seat. He picked one up, idly toying with it, much like he had toyed with her moments ago. Satisfied now, his gaze softened as he said, "Shelly, after this, we can't just walk away from each other. So, let's make up. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. "Engagement, wedding, and even a child—we can have it all. You've always wanted kids, haven't you?" The mention of children made Shelmaine's eyelids flutter. She remembered all too well how he used to hate the idea of having kids. When she had gotten pregnant by accident, he had convinced her to terminate the pregnancy. And now, he was saying this. Did he really think she wa