Chapter 241

Samuel scowled as he fiddled with his phone, debating whether to call Shelmaine. He thought that he could perhaps take this opportunity to profess his loyalty and play the victim, hoping to garner her sympathy. After all, women, especially Shelmaine, tend to be emotional. After three years of marriage, he understood her well enough. But that would only work if she was willing to pick up. Seeing him lost in thought, Samson, who hadn't left yet, chimed in, "What are you thinking about? You look like you're plotting something." Samuel lazily lifted his gaze to glare at his friend. "Why are you still here?" "How can I leave like this? We're buddies, and I can't just abandon you. My wife even agreed to let me stay to look after you." Samson, dressed flamboyantly, lounged on the sofa with his legs crossed. He considered lighting a cigarette but thought better of it, knowing that Samuel was still recovering. "Should I thank you for that?" Samuel asked dryly. "Sure. No problem. Don't wo