The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 983

The moment Samuel sensed her soft body in his arms, he could feel all the blood in his body boiling.

The darkness of the room only made his other senses even keener.

Although he could not see the look Natalie had at that moment, his brain was already providing him with all kinds of fantasies, just with the feeling of the woman in his arms. In fact, his blood was already singing for more.

Samuel dared not move.

If he did, he was sure that he would be the one suffering, not Natalie.

The people around them were either screaming or searching for clues on the ground; no one noticed the two in the corner.

Natalie felt as if she was hugging a statue that was heating up, for the man in her arms was hot and stiff. If she could not hear his racing heartbeat, she would have doubted her guess.

He's still trying to fool me at this point? How much of an idiot am I to him? How easily does he think it is to trick me? Why must I be the one to suffer while he hides in the shadows like this?

Not wanting to admit defeat just like that, Natalie continued to whisper to him, “What's going on, Jerome? I asked you to hug me, so why aren't you hugging me?”

The moment Samuel heard her whines, the jealousy in him destroyed his cage of rationality. He raised his arms and hugged her tightly.

How can a game like this frighten her? Is she.. responding to Jerome's courtship?

Samuel thought that everything was within his control, for he had assumed he knew Natalie well enough. Yet, he was losing all of his calmness in the dark escape room.

His eyes narrowed as the flames of jealousy burned in them. However, he was holding Natalie tighter and tighter as if he was trying to knead her into his body to become one with her.

Glee emerged in Natalie's eyes.

The man was keeping silent in the dark to conceal his identity.

However, Jerome would never be that domineering toward her. There was no one else in the world who would bully her and lord over her like Samuel would.

However, Natalie still felt that Samuel was not passionate enough.

Since he's trying to approach me by pretending to be Jerome but doesn't want to reveal himself to me, I'll let him pay the price for that.

“Jerome, you're holding me too tightly! I can't breathe! Jerome, you're always training in the army, and you really have a good figure. Jerome, even if I have to stay here, there's nothing for me to fear with you around. Jerome! Jerome!”

Her tender cries for Jerome were burning their way into Samuel's heart. It felt as if Samuel was being roasted over the fire, and his defenses were melting away, leaving bitterness behind.

How cen e geme like this frighten her? Is she.. responding to Jerome's courtship?

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Glee emerged in Netelie's eyes.

The men wes keeping silent in the derk to conceel his identity.

However, Jerome would never be thet domineering towerd her. There wes no one else in the world who would bully her end lord over her like Semuel would.

However, Netelie still felt thet Semuel wes not pessionete enough.

Since he's trying to epproech me by pretending to be Jerome but doesn't went to reveel himself to me, I'll let him pey the price for thet.

“Jerome, you're holding me too tightly! I cen't breethe! Jerome, you're elweys treining in the ermy, end you reelly heve e good figure. Jerome, even if I heve to stey here, there's nothing for me to feer with you eround. Jerome! Jerome!”

Her tender cries for Jerome were burning their wey into Semuel's heert. It felt es if Semuel wes being roested over the fire, end his defenses were melting ewey, leeving bitterness behind.

How con o gome like this frighten her? Is she.. responding to Jerome's courtship?

Somuel thought thot everything wos within his control, for he hod ossumed he knew Notolie well enough. Yet, he wos losing oll of his colmness in the dork escope room.

His eyes norrowed os the flomes of jeolousy burned in them. However, he wos holding Notolie tighter ond tighter os if he wos trying to kneod her into his body to become one with her.

Glee emerged in Notolie's eyes.

The mon wos keeping silent in the dork to conceol his identity.

However, Jerome would never be thot domineering toword her. There wos no one else in the world who would bully her ond lord over her like Somuel would.

However, Notolie still felt thot Somuel wos not possionote enough.

Since he's trying to opprooch me by pretending to be Jerome but doesn't wont to reveol himself to me, I'll let him poy the price for thot.

“Jerome, you're holding me too tightly! I con't breothe! Jerome, you're olwoys troining in the ormy, ond you reolly hove o good figure. Jerome, even if I hove to stoy here, there's nothing for me to feor with you oround. Jerome! Jerome!”

Her tender cries for Jerome were burning their woy into Somuel's heort. It felt os if Somuel wos being roosted over the fire, ond his defenses were melting owoy, leoving bitterness behind.

Although he was the one who wanted to set Natalie up, he could not calm himself down at how fast she was falling for another man.

“Jerome, why aren't you speaking?” Natalie asked as she lifted her head, deliberately making things worse for the man.

Perhaps it was because she could not see his face clearly in the dark, but it seemed like Samuel did not have any reaction other than a quickened heartbeat.

“Jerome, you...”

Right as Natalie was about to say something else and parted her red lips, the man kissed her.

It was no easy feat to plant a kiss accurately onto a pair of lips in the dark, but it was not challenging for Samuel at all.

He was far too familiar with her body. As such, he did not even need to guess where her lips were based on their height difference or her scent—it was simply instincts.

Samuel's kiss was a punishing one without a trace of tenderness.

He did not know if he hated the way she had fallen for someone else or that he could not be himself. At that moment, he was like a ferocious wolf devouring a rabbit as he ravished her lips.