The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

Chapter 36 Couldn't Understand His Words?

"You can leave now." Finley stated flatly.

Samantha sensed Finley's reluctance to delve deeper into the topic they had just discussed. Following his lead, she asked, "And what about you?

"I have some business matters to attend to at the company. I'll be staying here tonight."Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

A trace of disappointment flickered across Samantha's face at Finley's response.

"So you won't be joining me for dinner?"

I'll order takeout.

"But..."

I've cooked so many delicious meals for you at home. And I don't want to leave; I want to stay and keep you company.

However, Finley didn't give Samantha the chance. Seizing the moment while she was lost in thought, he made a phone call without her knowledge. She only caught snippets of his conversation, hearing him instruct someone on the other end, "Come to my company and pi It seemed Finley was determined to have her leave, even arranging for a driver to pick her up. But she neither needed a driver nor wanted to go back.

After Finley ended the call, Samantha pleaded, "Could you please not rush me to leave?"

Finley's response was cold and direct. "No."

She stared at Finley for a moment before nodding. "Alright, since you're insistent on me leaving, then I'll go. But I don't need your driver to take me because I drove here myself."

With that, Samantha left Finley's office without hesitation.

He watched her retreating figure, a jumble of emotions swirling within him, none of which he could quite articulate.

She'd better stay away from me, he thought bitterly At least this way, she won't be upset when I'm

gone.

Samantha took the elevator downstairs, braving the heavy rain to fetch dinner for Finley

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Chapter 36 Couldn't Understand His Words?

from a nearby restaurant and deliver it to his office. Before heading back upstairs, she deliberately punctured her car tire.

She believed Finley wouldn't press her to go home with her car broken.

With a satisfied smirk, she ascended the stairs with the dinner in hand. Upon reaching the top, she spotted Finley in his wheelchair, gazing out the window. She approached him and stole a kiss on his cheek. "What caught your eye? Finley was stunned into silence. "I told you to leave, didn't I?"

Samantha nodded. "Yes, I did leave as you instructed, but it was only to buy dinner for us. Now that dinner is here, it's only natural for me to return."

Finley frowned. "Samantha, you should realize that I'm trying to get you to go home."

Samantha sighed in distress. "I fully intended to, but on my way here, my car tire punctured. So, I might not be able to go back tonight. But if that's the case, I'm completely fine with us spending the night together here at the company." Car tire punctured?

He could tell the tire hadn't punctured itself; she had done it on purpose.

He wondered why Samantha couldn't understand his intentions. Didn't she realize I had been driving her away? But now, why was she refusing to leave?

"Samantha Wallace!" His tone grew stern.

Seeing Finley's anger, Samantha innocently blinked at him. "What's wrong?"

As Finley met Samantha's innocent gaze, he found himself unable to utter a single word. Eventually, he had no choice but to move aside and quietly partake of the dinner Samantha had bought for him.

Seeing Finley wasn't pressing her to leave, Samantha hurriedly offered him some meat from her box. "Darling, have some more."

Finley remained silent, pondering whether Samantha genuinely couldn't understand his words or if she was pretending not to.