Trapped with a Lawyer

Chapter 180 What If That Was The Daughter You've Been Yearning For

"It's okay, Mom. Do what you have to do. It doesn't matter to me." Jane, wearing a pink nightdress, sat

on the sofa with her dragon cat toy and comforted Ella, who was not feeling well.

"Well, I'll come back to see you as soon as I finish my work." Her Jane was so sweet that Ella's eyes

became wet with emotion.

Just when Samuel thought that Ella had run away again, she finally walked back to their table.

However, her eyes were moist.

"Why are you crying?" Ella sat down and Samuel's first words surprised her.

She touched her face calmly, "Crying? Was I?" She only shed a little tear, was it so obvious?

Samuel looked at her intensely but decided not to push the matter further. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

When they had finished eating, they paid the bill and left the restaurant.

Instead of rushing back to their apartment, they walked down the street hand in hand.

Ella didn't notice they were holding hands at all because she was still thinking about Sum.

Suddenly, she looked at the man craftily, "Samuel, who do you think is the husband between Sum and

Alan? And who is the wife?"

... Samuel looked at the naughty Ella meaningfully. Taking her into his arms, he put one arm around her

waist and brought her to him, "I don't care about them. I only care about us. I'm on the top and you are

at the bottom. That's enough."

Samuel controlled Ella's hands. He continued to flirt with her, "If you ever want to be on top, I have no

objection."

...

The woman's face instantly flushed and Samuel took the opportunity to kiss her.

"Sweet Ella, you are so charming that I want to take you for dinner every day!"

Samuel kissed her deeper, preventing her from denying him.

A group of young men and women, who were riding scooters, saw the kissing couple and whistled

happily.

After a long time, their lips parted. Ella panted slightly with her hands on Samuel's neck. Relying on him

to support her weak legs, Ella saw Samuel smiling contentedly, "Samuel, do your other women know

you're so lustful?"

He hugged her again, almost kneading her into his own body. He wanted to blend in with her.

Samuel took in the fragrance of her hair, "There has never been any other woman, Ella, you are my

only girl."

'There has never been any other woman, Ella, you are my only girl...'

Those words echoed in Ella's mind in a loop.

"Be your girl... Can you give me your complete trust?" She calmly pushed him away and looked into his

eyes.

Samuel nodded affirmatively, "I don't care what you do as long as you have proof." He knew what she

was talking about.

Ella heard his words and couldn't help but sneer. Was this trust? "But that's not the premise of trust, is

it? You should trust me regardless of whether I have proof or not, shouldn't you?" She said and turned

around, leaving him standing there alone.

Behind her, Samuel scratched his head in frustration. He had no idea why her mood fluctuated so

easily. She was happy one second and then the next angry and walking away, because of one word or

a statement.

"Ella!" He strode after her and caught her by the wrist.

Ella stood there, neither fighting nor struggling. She just looked at him expressionlessly.

"Do you know the purpose of my coming to America?" Samuel laid his hand on her shoulders and

stared into her eyes.

Ella had beautiful eyes, black and clear, as if she were wearing lenses, and her eyelashes were as long

as wings.

Ella answered coldly, "You're here to sleep with me!"

Samuel was dumbfounded and couldn't refrain from laughing. He slept with her because his affection

for her was so deep that he had a desire to sleep with her.

Catherine had hinted to him many times but he didn't sleep with her. Ella was such a silly girl.

"You will always have a special place in my heart, then, now and forever. So, Ella, let's get back

together." He offered to reconcile with her because he didn't want them to miss each other again.

He wanted to be with her forever.

'So, Ella, let's reconcile!' The words rung in her head.

Tears blurred Ella's eyes, temporarily blinding her. She didn't see Samuel's serious face until the tears

rolled down her eyes.

"Don't cry." He wiped away the tears from her face.

Ella took a deep breath and asked, with a huge lump in her throat, "Samuel, don't you feel guilty about

what happened four years ago?"

"Of course, or I wouldn't have come to America to chase after you." Not long after she entered the

operating room four years ago, he regretted it, but it was too late.

Knowing that she hated him, he came after her voluntarily.

Samuel looked at the miserable woman. If he could, he would be willing to endure her pain.

"It's no use crying over spilt milk, your baby's gone, Samuel. Don't you want a daughter? Maybe that

was your daughter!" Ella's words had an inner meaning, but Samuel just thought she was guilt-tripping

him.

Ella pushed his arms away and wiped away the tears from her face. With emphasis on every word, she

said, "Do you know what I hate most about you? It's not that you wanted me to have an abortion. It's

that I told you that I was not assaulted by another man but you didn't believe me at all. Samuel, I am

telling you the truth. I swear it."

The seriousness in Ella's eyes deeply shocked Samuel.

He reached out to her and placed his hands on her waist and held her in his arms again. Did he really

misjudge what happened?

If his judgment was that wrong, he had surely made a mistake that could never be remedied.

Samuel's heart ached again when he remembered the bloody piece of flesh, Chuck had brought out of

the operating room, four years ago.

"Samuel, you used to tell me that you loved me..." Ella's voice was choked with sobs. How happy she

was then.

Before Samuel could speak, Ella, clutching his suit, complained bitterly, "Why do you say you love me?

Do you know what love is? Is there love without any trust?

Samuel, you don't love me at all. There is no need for us to get back together if you don't love me, is

there?"

She was miserable and Samuel felt the same way, "Ella, I'm so sorry." He apologized deeply.

"Are you sorry? Could I trade your apology for the kid? Samuel, I really envy Emma. The kind of love

you had or have for Emma is true love. When I first married you, you believed everything she said.

Even if I didn't do anything, as long as she said it, you believed in her. That is true love. Samuel..."

At this moment, looking at the girl weeping in his arms, Samuel finally knew what he had done.

Between Emma and Ella, who was the girl who deserved his undoubted trust? After everything that had

happened, he knew the answer to that question.