Chapter 15 Planning to Seduce Me?

• Although she had made up her mind, she still felt slightly afraid when she thought of meeting him, as his ruthlessness yesterday was still fresh in her mind. After taking a deep breath, she plucked up her courage and entered the house. As she pushed open the door, the first person to greet her was Wilma.
• "Done for the day?" Wilma asked with a smile.
• Samantha grunted in response before she turned to look inside and saw someone sitting by the sofa.
• "He's here," Wilma said.
• After changing into a pair of indoor shoes, Samantha tried her best in putting on a smile as she greeted the man. "Mr. Baker."
• Putting down the financial magazine he was reading, Henry took a glance at her before he repeated in a mocking tone, "Mr. Baker?"
• Not only was she unwilling to file for a divorce, but here she is acting distant. Is she trying to play hard to get now?
• Since Samantha had already apologized, she said sincerely, "I didn't mean to touch your things. I'm really sorry about that."
• "Do you think that I'll forgive you just because you've apologized?" He got into a sloppy sitting position as he leaned back with his legs crossed. He didn't know why he felt joy upon looking at the woman having to lower herself in front of him. Not only that, but he liked watching her acting cautiously in front of him as well since he felt that it was fun to oppress her.
• Should Samantha know what was in his mind, she would have definitely cursed him out. Unfortunately, the reality was that she was just a poor woman who had to bow down just to survive. After another two seconds of staring at him, she braced herself to please the man for the sake of her job. Pouring a glass of water, she brought it over to him and put on a smile as she said, "Mr. Baker, I hope you would be kind enough to forgive me."
• However, her superficial smile displeased him, so he said, "What an ugly smile."
• She wanted to relax her own expression, yet couldn't do so when facing this man. Biting her lips, she tried her best in satisfying the man as she lowered her voice and said, "I'm sorry."
• "You should show some sincerity if you're apologizing. For example, how about getting out of here on your own accord?" Although he remained an indifferent expression, he was spouting harsh words. Perhaps from his view, she was an intruder in his life—someone that shouldn't be here.
• Nonetheless, it was not like she wanted to come into his life either. Everyone knew that Henry Baker was reluctant in taking Samantha Yeager as his wife, but that didn't mean that she was a willing party as well. No one tried to understand and consider her feelings in the matter.
• Her eyes, clean and clear, were sparkling from the tears that welled up inside at the moment.
• Meeting those eyes, Henry couldn't catch his breath, as he felt as though he was stabbed right in his heart. Though he felt a sense of familiarity in those eyes, he feigned composure as he averted his eyes. In a tone that was slightly softer than before, he said, "What? Are you trying to play the pity card to get me to sympathize with you?"
• Trying her best in suppressing her dissatisfaction, she kept her voice calm as she said, "It's not that I don't want a divorce as well. It's just that your grandfather had an agreement with me that prohibits me from doing so."
• If this was in the past, she would never have exposed her own affairs to gain sympathy from others. However, she couldn't be too headstrong in the current situation. "It was because of your grandfather that my mother recovered from her illness. That's why I have to be by your side. This marriage between us, did you think you were the only reluctant party in this?"
• As Henry narrowed his eyes with glimmers of coldness, he asked, "What? You're saying you're not?"
• "Of course. If it wasn't because of my mother, I would definitely not have agreed with my father to marry you!" she exclaimed while holding back her bitterness. It was because she was over a barrel that she was in this mess.
• Henry snorted coldly at her. Although she had clearly told him that even her participation in this marriage was out of her hand, he couldn't fathom why he was feeling upset about it. "So marrying me is a disservice to you?" he asked while gritting his teeth.
• "Yes," she answered bluntly.
• However, her answer completely angered him. With the corners of his forehead bulging with veins, he thought that she had no right to be feeling that way in this marriage. He felt it was a personal attack on him. Who does she think she is? Being a wanton woman herself, what gives her the right to think that?
• "So, you think it's a disservice, huh?" he repeated with a sinister smile.
• Since Samantha didn't know why he was angry, she answered honestly with a "Yes." Every second she spent with him was torturous to her. Her lack of hesitation in answering was evidence enough to show how repulsed she felt at the thought.
• Henry snorted before he got up in an extravagant manner. "If that is so, then you can continue feeling that way," he said. He wasn't in a rush to leave now, as he thought that even if he disliked her, he didn't want things to go her way.
• "Mr. Baker…"
• "As for your job, as long as I'm around, you can forget about it!" he said ruthlessly.
• Anxiously, she tugged at his sleeve and said, "I really love my job, and I really need it. Please…"
• As Henry grew impatient, he shook her off him, which resulted in her landing on the sofa as she was too tired. As the hem of her clothes rolled up amidst the struggle, it slightly revealed her soft and slender waist. It gave off a feeling that it was so fragile that it would break at a touch and a temptation for one to ravage it with an embrace.
• With his expression darkened, he said in a slightly strained but very cold tone, "What now? Trying to seduce me?"
• Going weak in her body, she felt that the injury on her head seemed to be throbbing with pain. Nonetheless, she hurriedly fixed her clothes when she looked down to find that her clothes were disheveled.
• "I wouldn't be remotely interested even if you stripped naked in front of me," he said calmly in a neutral tone that felt like his words were knives piercing her.
• She no longer spoke when he grew harsh in his words, as she knew that she would never be able to convince a cold and heartless person.
• As Henry left and went upstairs, Samantha nestled helplessly on the sofa without the slightest motivation to move. It was only after they were done did Wilma dare come over and ask, "Are you sick? You don't look so good."
• "No." She shook her head.
• "You haven't eaten dinner yet, have you? Do you want something light to eat?"
• However, as Samantha hadn't the slightest appetite, she didn't want to eat anything at the moment. "I want to sleep." Since she didn't know which room Henry would be sleeping in, she decided to take the sofa instead. "Get me a blanket."
• Noticing that she was indeed tired, Wilma brought over a thin blanket before tucking her in it. "Then you should get some sleep. I'll keep the food warm, so that you can eat them when you wake up later."
• Though tired at the moment, Samantha looked at Wilma and thought that she was the only warm person here in this villa of ice.
• "Thank you, Wilma," she said hoarsely.
• "You're welcome," Wilma replied with a smile.
• As she slowly closed her eyes, Wilma went and turned off the lights, leaving only two night lamps on. Since she was so deep in sleep that she hadn't woken up at eleven that night, Wilma decided to go to bed as well.
• In the middle of the night, when Henry went downstairs for a glass of water, he noticed Samantha sleeping on the sofa. Although he saw that her blanket was on the floor, he only took a glance at it before turning around to leave, as he hadn't the intention to cover her back up with the blanket.
• However, just as he was about to leave, she suddenly grabbed onto his sleeping robe. With a forceful tug, his robe came undone and revealed his lean, well-toned body. His anger soared through the roof at this point, and he bellowed, "What are you doing?!"