Chapter 146

Shelmaine thought to herself, "Even if I really did die, it wouldn't have anything to do with Samuel." She wondered why he was so angry and questioned if he actually cared. Her thoughts were jumbled, and her body was exhausted. She didn't want to think about anything anymore. After she closed her eyes and stopped responding, Samuel left the ward. He leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette, trying to calm himself down. He had lost his composure again. Even he realized it. He refused to admit that he had feelings for Shelmaine. He reasoned that caring for her was just a habit. Three years of habit were hard to change, after all. Shelmaine had managed everything in every aspect of his life—meals, clothing, daily routines. Right after their divorce, he struggled to adjust, and everything felt off to him. He had tried to adapt to Natasha and get used to her presence, but he constantly recalled those three years with Shelmaine in the small moments. It was especially more frequent