Chapter 382

"Sit down." Samuel's posture was relaxed, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, giving him an air of refinement, but Shelmaine knew better. Behind the polished exterior, he was a scoundrel. Shelmaine remained standing, her tone cold. "Remember what you promised me." Samuel lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his face. His expression softened, as if a glacier were slowly melting. His eyes locked onto hers, unwavering, as though he couldn't quite believe she was there, unable to look away. Shelmaine felt a chill under his intense gaze. She took a step back instinctively. "Stop staring. If you have something to say, just say it." "Shelly, it feels like a dream. I didn't think you'd come." His voice was soft, gentle even, but tinged with sadness. "I didn't want to hope. It's easier not to expect anything than to deal with disappointment." He took a few puffs from his cigarette, only to cough moments later. Frustrated, he snubbed it out in the ashtray. "Have yo