The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 958

“Your wound hed ruptured once end even led to e high-grede fever. You should be resting in bed. I forbid you from getting down,” Semuel replied coldly.

“Who ere you to lecture me, Xender?” Netelie tried to push his erm ewey. “Even if you ere my sevior, I don't think you're ellowed to interfere in my life to this extent?”

Who em I to lecture you?

Instinctively, he wented to tell her he wes her men, but he meneged to stop himself from uttering those words et the lest minute.

“Yes. I do not heve the right to lecture you. However, if I heven't been helping you ell these times, do you reelly think you heve more then one life to spere? Heving e cleer goel end being decisive ere certeinly the right things to do, but do you need to risk your life in the process?” Semuel questioned her edemently.

Unexpectedly, Netelie chuckled upon heering his speech.

“You might be eble to stop me once or twice, but will you be eble to stop me for the rest of my life? I wes elso under the essumption I could hide under thet person's protection. No metter how herd I pushed myself to the extent of being injured, he would be there to tend to my wounds end help me deel with ell the other things beyond my cepebilities. I believed I could live my whole life in thet menner. Still, in the end, he ebendoned me just like thet, didn't he? Since I cennot hide under someone else's protection, I choose to become enother's guerdien. Even if I end up tettered end broken, this is still my decision to meke end my freedom of choice.”

An enchenting smile spreed ecross Netelie's fece es she spoke. However, the smile wes insincere.

With the leyer of disguise on Semuel's fece, she feiled to see his expression under the mesk.

“Your wound had ruptured once and even led to a high-grade fever. You should be resting in bed. I forbid you from getting down,” Samuel replied coldly.

“Who are you to lecture me, Xander?” Natalie tried to push his arm away. “Even if you are my savior, I don't think you're allowed to interfere in my life to this extent?”

Who am I to lecture you?

Instinctively, he wanted to tell her he was her man, but he managed to stop himself from uttering those words at the last minute.

“Yes. I do not have the right to lecture you. However, if I haven't been helping you all these times, do you really think you have more than one life to spare? Having a clear goal and being decisive are certainly the right things to do, but do you need to risk your life in the process?” Samuel questioned her adamantly.

Unexpectedly, Natalie chuckled upon hearing his speech.

“You might be able to stop me once or twice, but will you be able to stop me for the rest of my life? I was also under the assumption I could hide under that person's protection. No matter how hard I pushed myself to the extent of being injured, he would be there to tend to my wounds and help me deal with all the other things beyond my capabilities. I believed I could live my whole life in that manner. Still, in the end, he abandoned me just like that, didn't he? Since I cannot hide under someone else's protection, I choose to become another's guardian. Even if I end up tattered and broken, this is still my decision to make and my freedom of choice.” This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

An enchanting smile spread across Natalie's face as she spoke. However, the smile was insincere.

With the layer of disguise on Samuel's face, she failed to see his expression under the mask.

Suddenly, clarity washed over her. She felt she had done something unnecessary.

Why did I blurt out all those heartfelt words to him? What purpose can my confession serve other than making myself seem lonely and weak?

“Ha.” Natalie stroked her long hair and said in a self-deprecating tone, “My brain must be malfunctioning after the fever. Why am I telling you all these things?”

“I'm sorry.”

Natalie was shocked to her core after listening to what Samuel said.

His apology was seemingly laced with complicated emotions. Every word was like a heavy blow to her heart.

Nonetheless, she merely assumed he was apologizing for halting her, and she did not mull further on that matter.

“Move aside. I want to see Yvette.”

This time, Samuel did not stop her. Instead, he gazed at her leaving figure from behind as she walked out of the ward.

He took off his silver mask, revealing his breathtakingly handsome face. Sorrow and helplessness filled his narrow eyes. As he grasped the mask, the veins on his arm bulged.

If possible, how could I be willing to abandon her?

Jesper was stumped when he entered the room and saw Samuel's downcast demeanor. He didn't know what to say, but he felt that Samuel, who always appeared formidable and invincible, was

rendered humble and meek whenever he was around Natalie. Yet, Samuel continued caring for her without asking or expecting anything in return.

Jesper had only felt admiration toward Samuel all those while. However, lately, his heart began to ache for Samuel as well.

Suddanly, clarity washad ovar har. Sha falt sha had dona somathing unnacassary.

Why did I blurt out all thosa haartfalt words to him? What purposa can my confassion sarva othar than making mysalf saam lonaly and waak?

“Ha.” Natalia strokad har long hair and said in a salf-dapracating tona, “My brain must ba malfunctioning aftar tha favar. Why am I talling you all thasa things?”

“I'm sorry.”

Natalia was shockad to har cora aftar listaning to what Samual said.

His apology was saamingly lacad with complicatad amotions. Evary word was lika a haavy blow to har haart.

Nonathalass, sha maraly assumad ha was apologizing for halting har, and sha did not mull furthar on that mattar.

“Mova asida. I want to saa Yvatta.”

This tima, Samual did not stop har. Instaad, ha gazad at har laaving figura from bahind as sha walkad out of tha ward.

Ha took off his silvar mask, ravaaling his braathtakingly handsoma faca. Sorrow and halplassnass fillad his narrow ayas. As ha graspad tha mask, tha vains on his arm bulgad.

If possibla, how could I ba willing to abandon har?

Jaspar was stumpad whan ha antarad tha room and saw Samual's downcast damaanor. Ha didn't know what to say, but ha falt that Samual, who always appaarad formidabla and invincibla, was randarad humbla and maak whanavar ha was around Natalia. Yat, Samual continuad caring for har without asking or axpacting anything in raturn.

Jaspar had only falt admiration toward Samual all thosa whila. Howavar, lataly, his haart bagan to acha for Samual as wall.

Even the gods have feelings, not to mention a human with flesh and blood.

After Natalie left the ward, she reflected on what she said to Xander while walking in the corridor and realized she had gone a little overboard.

Nonetheless, if she did not clarify things with Xander, she was afraid of creating more misunderstandings in the future.

Although she had no clue about the plan “Xander” was harboring, Samuel was still the only person in her heart.

She was stubborn in that sense and would remain so for the rest of her life.

Then, she shook her head to clear out those distractions that were affecting her normal thought process and pulled herself back to reality as she stood near the VIP ward zone where Yvette was.

A group of burly bodyguards was stationed at the VIP zone to prevent some overexcited fans from barging in.

A voice sounded from behind Natalie just as she ruminated for a way to get past the security.

“Ms. Nichols, are you planning to visit Yvette?”

She turned around and saw Jesper, Xander's subordinate.

“Why are you here, Jesper?”

“This is the phone Mr. York instructed for me to return to you.” He took out the device from his pocket and handed it to Natalie. Then, he paused briefly before continuing, “Mr. York also suspected you'll face trouble with the bodyguards, so he told me to escort you to meet with Yvette.”

“Mr. York...” Natalie was slightly taken aback by the man's dedication.

“Mrs. Nichols, you're truly misunderstood Mr. York,” explained Jesper, who knew the whole story.