Chapter 583

At night, Samson lay in bed, waiting eagerly. But when Caitlyn came out of the bathroom, she was wearing cartoon pajamas—long sleeves, long pants—nothing like the surprise he had anticipated. Samson was speechless. "Babe, what about the clothes you bought?" "What clothes?" she asked, sitting at her vanity to apply the serum. "The dress? Didn't you buy a dress today?" "I didn't buy one," she replied nonchalantly. "I bought a few dresses for Lennie instead." He was at a loss. "Do you only have eyes for that silly girl? What about me? What about our son?" "Who are you calling silly?" Caitlyn turned to glare at him. "And don't think I haven't noticed—you've been gossiping about Lennie's breakup. What's wrong with you? Do you enjoy spreading rumors?" Samson immediately scrambled out of bed, found a keyboard, and knelt on it, lowering his head in remorse. "I was wrong, babe. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have run my mouth." Caitlyn crossed her arms. "You've been spending a lot of ti