Say You Will Be Mine

Chapter 35 What Do You Hate Most about Him

Matilda had been upset lately.

She had feeling for Samuel, but the memories between the two were too painful, so she was afraid to

take his hand again, afraid to suffer such pain again.

Besides, Aaron was with her in recent years. He was good to her and even saved her. She had

promised that she would no longer contact with Samuel...

But Samuel's mental condition was not good. She was worried about him. The children were still

young, and Samuel's state was unstable.

She convinced herself and knocked on Samuel's door.

Samuel was sitting on the edge of the bed thinking of something. Seeing Matilda come in, he made a

“hiss” gesture, and then tucked quilt for Sidney and pulled her out.

“Now it hurts? What did you do?” In spite of Samuel's louder hiss, Matilda put a band-aid on his cut jaw.

Samuel touched his chin and said with a smile, “What if my face is disfigured?”

Matilda took a glance at it. Samuel lifted up his chin. From her point of view, the lines was smooth.

Even if there was a small scar, he was manly......

Realizing her absentmindedness, Matilda pressed her lips and wiped the last bruise with medicine. She

lifted the medicine box and left without saying a word.

Samuel's eyes darkened. Looking at her entered the room of Aaron carrying a medicine box, his lips

moved, but he said nothing.

Some things needed to be said by her.

He would never act impulsively again, and he was willing to give Matilda more time.

It took Matilda a long time to summon up the courage to knock on Aaron's door.

When the door opened, Aaron appeared in front of her with injury. She pinched the medicine box in her

hand and said, “Aaron --” Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Aaron's eyes fell on her hand and then he took them back, gave her a way and let her go in.

Matilda went into Aaron's bedroom with a feeling of unease.

Although they had lived together for almost two years, she had never entered his bedroom or study,

and this was the first time she had knocked on the door of the first man other than Samuel.

Aaron's bedroom was as warm as his character. There was a coffee table and chairs, which looked like

a balcony without the open air.

Aaron led her to the coffee table and sat down. He poured her a cup of tea carefully, but never asked

why Matilda knocked at his door in the middle of the night.

Matilda opened her mouth and found what to say. He could only give him the medicine box, “Take care

of it, I'm sorry for what happened today.”

Aaron's hand trembled, almost spilling out the tea.

He raised his dark eyes to Matilda, which made Matilda quivered.

“Matilda, what identity do you use to say sorry to me?”

Matilda winced her neck. Suddenly she realized that she had said something wrong.

In what identity was she sorry?

Samuel's wife? Lover? Family?

Realizing she had said the wrong thing, Matilda pushed the medicine box forward again and pressed

her lips. “You know I didn't mean that.”

But Aaron, who had always been gentle, did not follow her words. Instead, he asked, “What do you

mean?”

His expression was so fierce that Matilda hardly recognized him.

She frowned slightly and got pale on her face, but she could not say anything, so she pressed her lips

and was to leave.

But at the moment she turned around, Aaron's hand caught hers. She only heard Aaron behind her

anxiously saying, “I don't mean that...”

Matilda pushed away his hand and said lightly, “You are thinking too much. You are my savior. Even if

you think so, it's normal. It is four a.m. Go to bed.”

Then she left the room.

Aaron stook in situ and froze for a long time.

Matilda went back to her bedroom and closed the door.

‘You got angry easily. Matilda. You're a bum.”

She teased herself in her heart.

The first conversation, which she had managed to muster up courage for, ended in failure.

Time passed. Aaron came back less and less, which Samuel became more and stinky. Two days ago

he came with Sidney and said he had nightmare to sleep alone and got into her bed.

Looking at Samuel's black circles and red eyes at night, Matilda did not drive him out.

With Sidney around, Samuel could do nothing but lay down to sleep honestly.

But even so, his mental condition was getting better day by day.

He used to take medicine to sleep every night. And he had not taken medicine for three days since last

time.

Matilda looked at Samuel, who was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, with a slight sense of relief in her

eyes.

Even though they were no longer destined, she hoped he could take care of himself.

Samuel came out with fried eggs and asked her to have breakfast. Matilda slowly walked out and found

Sidney had been sitting in a chair straight and waiting for breakfast.

Samuel rubbed the child's face and smiled at Matilda, “You eat first, I'll warm up the milk.”

And he turned and went into the kitchen, as if it were a perfectly natural morning for a couple.

Matilda chewed the egg in her mouth and asked Sidney in a low voice, “Does your father cook for you

at home?”

Sidney nodded, “Yes, it is delicious.”

He was too young to remember anything, and Rebecca would not say this.

Sidney was born with poor health. The hospital gave him a lot of nutrition. Every time Samuel cooked,

the kitchen was like had been burned.

He had two children and could not have the babysitter done everything, so gradually he became good

at cooking.

Rebecca endured a period of Samuel's bad cooking, at least until Sidney could eat rice.

When Matilda heard her son's praise of his father without hesitation, she felt moved in her heart. She

asked her son with a mean heart, “What do you hate about your Daddy?”

It was such a childish question that if Samuel were here, he would have laughed at her.

Fortunately, Samuel was not here. Sidney was not sensible, and he slanted his head to think, “Sidney

don't hate Daddy, I like Daddy.”

He emphasized that he liked Daddy.

Matilda was unconvinced. “What if you have to say one?”

Sidney looked at her, and looked at Samuel in the kitchen. He lowered his head and whispered, “I

hated that Mommy is not with him.”