Chapter 17 We Each Do Our Own Thing
Matchmaking agency?
Samson’s aura suddenly turned cold, and he raised his hand to unbutton his shirt.
Ding ding ding
Jordyn sent several WhatsApp messages in a tow, accompanied by voice notes. The voice was automatically playing, echoing clearly in the room.
“Maggie, look at this man, an eight–pack abs fitness guy. Do you like him? In the future, you can sleep on his abs as a pillow.”
This one, well, he was obedient, shy, and young, and looked like a lot of fun.” “Would you like this business elite, the aloof male god wearing gold–rimmed glasses, to kneel down and sing ‘Conquer‘ for you?”
“Maggie, these are all your harem, choose whichever like.”
Samson said, “…
you
He pursed his thin lips into a stern curve, genuinely unaware that Margaret had a large harem of handsome men.
At that moment, Margaret picked up her phone and sent a voice message, “Okay, I’ll be there in a while.”
Margaret turned around and saw Samson behind her.
She handed over the piece of paper in her hand and said, “Mr. Hawthorne, this is Grandma’s herbal recipe. It was boiled on high heat for an hour every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday for Grandma to take while it was still hot.”
Samson glanced down and realized that she had been writing a medicinal recipe just now Above are her delicate handwriting, with many names of medicinal herbs.
Samson looked at her and asked, “Do you understand medicine?”
Margaret answered casually, “Hmm, I learned a little.”
Samson did not answer, “For safety reasons, I will have a doctor look at this herbal recipe.” Margaret knew that Samson despised her from the bottom of his heart, considering her nothing more than a country bumpkin.
She could understand, after all, Samson was a prodigy.
Margaret placed the medicinal recipe on the table and then grabbed her bag. “I won’t come to the old house anymore. You can find a chance to tell Grandma about our divorce.”
After saying that, Margaret turned around and left.
But Samson grabbed her delicate fair wrist and asked, “Where are you going so late?” Margaret was forced to stop in her tracks, and she struggled for a moment to pull her fair arm back from his palm. “Mr. Hawthorne, let go.”
Samson looked at her cold and distant brows and eyes, which were completely different from last night.
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Samson’s aura suddenly turned cold, and he raised his hand to unbutton his shirt.
Ding ding ding.
Jordyn sent several WhatsApp messages in a row, accompanied by voice notes.
The voice was automatically playing, echoing clearly in the room.
“Maggie, look at this man, an eight–pack abs fitness guy. Do you like him? In the future, you can sleep on his abs as a pillow.”
“This one, well, he was obedient, shy, and young, and looked like a lot of fun.”
“Would you like this business elite, the aloof male god wearing gold–rimmed glasses, to kneel down and sing ‘Conquer‘ for you?”
“Maggie, these are all your harem, choose whichever you like.”
Samson said, “…“.
He pursed his thin lips into a stern curve, genuinely unaware that Margaret had a large harem of handsome men.
At that moment, Margaret picked up her phone and sent a voice message, “Okay, I’ll be there in a while.”
Margaret turned around and saw Samson behind her.
She handed over the piece of paper in her hand and said, “Mr. Hawthorne, this is Grandma’s herbal recipe. It was boiled on high heat for an hour every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday for Grandma to take while it was still hot.”
Samson glanced down and realized that she had been writing a medicinal recipe just now.
Above are her delicate handwriting, with many names of medicinal herbs.
Samson looked at her and asked, “Do you understand medicine?”
Margaret answered casually, “Hmm, I learned a little.”
Samson did not answer, “For safety reasons, I will have a doctor look at this herbal recipe.”
Margaret knew that Samson despised her from the bottom of his heart, considering her nothing more than a country bumpkin.
She could understand, after all, Samson was a prodigy.
Margaret placed the medicinal recipe on the table and then grabbed her bag. “I won’t come to the old house anymore. You can find a chance to tell Grandma about our divorce.”
After saying that, Margaret turned around and left.
But Samson grabbed her delicate fair wrist and asked, “Where are you going so late?”
Margaret was forced to stop in her tracks, and she struggled for a moment to pull her fair arm back from his palm. “Mr. Hawthorne, let go.”
Samson looked at her cold and distant brows and eyes, which were completely different from last night.
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Last night she was a stunner, clinging tightly to him, using her watery eyes to seduce him, like a little greedy cat, kissing him everywhere.
The person who flirted with him was her, but now she has completely distanced herself.
Samson sneered, “Who are you going to find so late? Are you looking for an eight–pack abs guy, a young handsome guy, or a cold and aloof male god, Margaret? I didn’t realize you were playing around so much. Be careful not to come back with a dirty disease!”
Snap.
Margaret was being pulled by him, so she slapped him in the face.
Samson’s handsome face was partially disfigured by a blow.
Margaret hit hard, and now her palms are numb.
eyes
Samson’s flashed with a crimson fury as he reached out and pushed Margaret, causing her back knee to hit the edge of the bed, and she fell directly into the soft, large bed.
In the next second, the view turned black, and Samson’s handsome and tall figure pressed up. He looked down at her, “Margaret, you’re addicted to hitting me, aren’t you?”
This was the second time she slapped him.
Even Alice didn’t dare to touch him, and when he showed a slight displeasure, Alice would go over to coax him with pleading eyes.
What did this woman take Samson for? Could she just hit him whenever she wanted?
Margaret looked at him coldly and said, “So, you also know that playing with multiple men at the same time can lead to diseases. Did you forget that last night when you were looking for a man or men for me?”
Samson was taken aback.
At this moment, Margaret was lying beneath him, her three thousand strands of black hair scattered on the bedsheet. The bridal chamber, arranged by the old lady herself, had red bedsheets that made her fair skin glow and appear somewhat alluring.
If she lay like this under another man…
Samson pulled his fist, he wanted to explain, he asked someone to deliver medicine to her, but not to the man.
But when it came to my lips, I couldn’t say it.
Margaret looked at him and said, “Go away.”
She made him go away.
Samson didn’t move.
Margaret began to struggle, as she didn’t want any physical contact with him anymore, just thinking about how he brought Alice into his Westwood Villa last night.
“Samson, go away! Did you wash yourself after sleeping with Alice last night?”
A surge of evil fire instantly surged up, causing a hint of desire to appear in his eyes.
Margaret quickly realized that she had stopped moving.
She looked at him with watery eyes, surprised, “Are you…?”
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Seeing him angry, Margaret laughed and said, “If you have time, let me know when you want to get divorced. Until then, you can play around outside, and so can I. Let’s each do our own thing
As Margaret spoke, she remembered something else. Her clear and lively eyes danced a Samson’s thin lips and she said, “You should practice your kissing skills more, Mr. Hawthorne Can you really kiss well?
After saying that, Margaret left here.
She left.
Samson sat on the bed, his muscular chest heaving up and down, as an unnamed anger and gloom enveloped him in a terrifying haze.
That damn woman!
What happened to his kissing technique?
Why do people always bring up his kissing skills?
Samson sneered, knowing that it was all her provocation. Wasn’t she just trying to provoke him into kissing her again?
Just as if deliberately saying that his body was not well,
Her tricks never changed.
Samson was well aware that women like Margaret, who were only beautiful but lackest talent, were not his type. As for his two moments of desire towards her, it was simply because he was a normal man.
At this moment, a melodious ringtone rang out, it was a phone call from Alice
Samson relaxed his forehead, ‘Alice.”
Alice’s cheerful voice immediately came, ‘Samson, come to the bar quickly and have fun. Tristen went back to his country today. Did you forget to welcome Tristen and give him a warm welcome?”
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Samson cursed under his breath and immediately released her, sitting up. “No!”
Margaret also sat up, “But…”
Samson glanced at her and said, “Margaret, are you so angry because I went to accompany Alice last night and didn’t stay with you? What are you thinking? Do you think I would touch you?” Margaret’s face turned pale as she was humiliated by him.
It seems that she was just being overly sensitive earlier. How could he have developed physical feelings for her?
Margaret stood up and said, “Since that’s the case, you don’t care about the kind of men I play with outside!”
Samson’s face darkened, “You!”
Seeing him angry, Margaret laughed and said, “If you have time, let me know when you want to get divorced. Until then, you can play around outside, and so can I. Let’s each do our own thing.” As Margaret spoke, she remembered something else. Her clear and lively eyes glanced at Samson’s thin lips and she said, “You should practice your kissing skills more, Mr. Hawthorne. Can
you really kiss well?”
After saying that, Margaret left here.
She left.
Samson sat on the bed, his muscular chest heaving up and down, as an unnamed gloom enveloped him in a terrifying haze.
That damn woman!
What happened to his kissing technique?
Why do people always bring up his kissing skills?
anger
and
Samson sneered, knowing that it was all her provocation. Wasn’t she just trying to provoke him into kissing her again?
Just as if deliberately saying that his body was not well.
Her tricks never changed.
Samson was well aware that women like Margaret, who were only beautiful but lacked talent,
his were not type. As for his two moments of desire towards her, it was simply because he was a normal man.
At this moment, a melodious ringtone rang out, it was Samson relaxed his forehead, “Alice.”
a phone call from Alice.
Alice’s cheerful voice immediately came, “Samson, come to the bar quickly and have fun. Tristen went back to his country today. Did you forget to welcome Tristen and give him a warm welcome?”
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