Chapter 401

Shelmaine didn't even have the energy to vent anymore. The cigarette in her hand was taken away, and Samuel stubbed it out in the ashtray, his eyes filled with anger as he stared at her. She couldn't figure out what he wanted this time. Did he have so much time that he had nothing better to do? She pressed her lips together and let out a long sigh. "I don't want to argue with you. If you came here to pick a fight, do us both a favor and save it." Her narrowed eyes carried a ferociousness that hinted she wasn't to be trifled with. Samuel kept his gaze fixed on her. "Shelly, I didn't come to argue. I came to make things right, to apologize. If you're angry, yell at me, hit me—I won't complain. But don't hurt yourself. "What did I do to hurt myself?" Shelmaine paused, her tone impatient. "And I don't need your apologies. Stop wasting your time here." "Don't be so heartless, please. I know I messed up. At least give me a chance to make things right. I'll do anything you want." "Then