Chapter 419

After a while, Samuel returned, dressed in a black shirt and slacks, exuding an air of restrained elegance. Yet, this was the same man who had intertwined with her life for the past seven or eight years, occupying the most significant part of her existence. Once her stomach was filled, Samuel stepped out briefly to take a call, leaving Shelmaine to shower. She was drying her hair when the door suddenly opened, and Samuel walked in, taking the hairdryer from her hand. "Let me do it," he said. She stood in her bathrobe, their overlapping reflections in the mirror revealing a striking contrast. Samuel towered over her, his broad frame making her appear small and delicate. The traces of intimacy lingered on her face—her relaxed eyes and softened demeanor radiating a subtle allure. Samuel couldn't hide his joy. Seeing her let him in, both figuratively and literally, reassured him. She wasn't rejecting his presence anymore. He was elated. After finishing with her hair, Samuel pressed her