Winning her back after divorce (Divorce anxiety)

Chapter 318

Chapter 318 I Will Not Remarry “Stop right there.” Samuel’s voice was low and husky. Gizem halted

her footsteps and asked indifferently, “How may I help you, Mr. Macari?” The man shot an emotionless

glance at her. “It was my bad earlier.” She paused for a moment before striding toward him. “I never

thought you’d apologize.” “I took a peek earlier. Perhaps, you and my wife are both experts in

traditional medicine, so you both like to add some medicinal herbs to the dishes, hence why they tasted

rather familiar.

” His gaze never left her as he spoke. “Perhaps,” stated Gizem quietly. “I have two kids. I have to be

cautious,” he stated, his tone aloof. “I understand.” “You’re able to understand where I’m coming from?”

Evidently, the man was quite surprised to hear that. “I, too, had… a child.” Gizem explained, “However,

I’ve never met him because he passed away shortly after birth. If he were still alive, I would likely react

the same way you did.” “You were married before?” “I don’t know either, but I know both my child and

his father have passed away.” A deep crease formed between Samuel’s eyebrows. He couldn’t help

but query, “You don’t know if you’ve been married before?” “I lost my memories, so there are plenty of

things I can’t remember,” she elucidated. Samuel nodded slowly upon hearing about the woman’s past.

“Mr. Macari, I don’t harbor any evil intentions toward you and your children. I’m here solely because

you pay well, and I’m here to earn money,” Gizem clarified. Not a single word came out of Samuel’s

mouth, but his expression looked rather grim. Truth be told, he didn’t exactly believe her explanation.

Saying that adding medicinal herbs to her cooking made her bear some resemblance to Kathleen

earlier was all for the sake of calming her down.

Something was indeed wrong with this woman standing before him, but it wasn’t time to expose her

just yet. He still needed a little bit of evidence. “It’s getting late, so I’ll head back now,” remarked Gizem.

After seeing the man nod in response, she turned around and left. Samuel’s eyes fell on the tranquil

lake after he retracted his gaze. That woman’s cooking tasted exactly like Kathleen’s. Does that mean

she knows Kathleen, or perhaps, they have her? The following morning, the incessant ringing of a

doorbell echoed throughout the manor. Maria hurried to the door and opened it. What followed next

was Charles bursting into the residence, his sudden arrival taking the housekeeper by surprise. “Mr.

Johnson?” “Where’s Desi?” he asked, his tone laced with urgency. “Ms. Desi is—” Before Maria could

form a complete sentence, Desi was already running down the stairs. “Uncle Charles!” “Desi!” Charles

strode toward her, squatted down, and pulled the little girl into a warm embrace. Desi wrapped her

arms around her uncle’s neck, her voice crisp as she asked, “Uncle Charles, why are you here?” “Your

daddy said you’re unwell, so I came over.

How are you feeling now?” he asked concernedly. “I feel fine.” Charles put the girl down and scanned

her from head to toe. “Are you really fine?” Desi nodded in response, but that only made Charles’

expression dim. I’ve definitely been set up. Just then, Samuel came downstairs. Shooting a fierce glare

at the man descending the stairs, Charles thundered, “Samuel Macari, you *ssh*le! You used Desi to

deceive me!” “She’s indeed feeling unwell and was discharged from the hospital yesterday. Fortunately,

it wasn’t something serious. I wanted to let you know there’s no need to come yesterday, but I forgot.”

Samuel’s calm and aloof tone rendered Charles speechless. The former then shot a look at his

daughter, who promptly understood the signal and began, “Uncle Charles, I missed you, so, so much!”

Desi was an adorable little girl and extremely skilled at winning hearts. No one would be able to resist

her charm. “I miss you too,” said Charles as he hugged her. “If you’re not feeling well next time,

remember to let me know. Don’t let a certain somebody… relay any false information,” he reminded.

Desi nodded obediently, and at that moment, Eil had also come downstairs. “Uncle Charles.” Charles

nodded in acknowledgment of the boy’s greeting. He couldn’t help noticing the resemblance between

the father and son. Eil looks more like Samuel with every passing moment. It almost seems like they

were carved out of the same mold! Just as they were speaking, Gizem arrived downstairs as well. Her

appearance caused Charles’ expression to darken. “There’s a woman in your home?” D*mn it! Samuel

said he wouldn’t remarry. As expected, men are all liars! “You’ve misunderstood. I’m a doctor,” Gizem

explained. “After Desi felt unwell yesterday, Mr. Macari asked me to be their family doctor.”

Doctor? Charles furrowed his brows. At that, Desi quickly chimed in, “Uncle Charles, it’s true. Ms.

Zabinski really is a doctor.” The little girl’s explanation appeared to have appeased him, for he let out a

snort after hearing her. “Mr. Macari, I received a notice from the hospital. They received a group of

patients, so they need me over there,” said Gizem. Samuel nodded, allowing her to leave. “All right. Go

ahead.” Just as she was about to take off, Charles’ cold voice sounded. “I’ll take you there.” The

woman was momentarily stunned but quickly recomposed herself and declined, “It’s all right. I’ll get a

taxi.” It was rather obvious Charles was perturbed by her. Since he wasn’t fond of her, Gizem didn’t feel

the need to appease the man or get on his good side. “It won’t be easy to get a taxi at this hour. I’ll take

you there,” Charles insisted. Gizem frowned at that. Yet another difficult fellow to deal with! The two

walked out of the manor, and Gizem knew there was no avoiding it this time. Well, I didn’t do anything

wrong, so I needn’t be afraid. She got into his car, and the man drove her to the hospital. On their way

there, Charles was exuding a strong air of hostility, causing Gizem to furrow her brows deeply. After

finally arriving at the hospital, Gizem was about to alight when Charles locked the car door. “What are

you up to?” he asked in an ice-cold tone.

“I’m up to nothing. I just want to treat my patients.” Charles grabbed her by the wrist. “I’m warning you. I

don’t care if you have any feelings for Samuel, but keep your distance from the children. Do you

understand?” “Mr. Johnson, if I keep my distance from Desi, who’s going to treat her?” Gizem’s tone

was indifferent and laced with a hint of sarcasm as she continued, “You don’t think I’m capable of

treating someone through a wall, do you?” Charles continued to emit a chilly aura but did not respond.

Seeing that, she pulled her wrist out of the man’s grasp and said, “I hope you’ll stop insulting me, Mr.

Johnson. I’m not interested in men.” As soon as the words left her lips, she pushed open the door and

alighted from the car. Charles watched as the woman’s figure slowly disappeared from his line of sight,

his expression solemn. I have to find Kathleen as soon as possible. Perhaps, she can save Desi… Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

After dropping the children off at the Macari residence, Samuel went to work. He had just arrived at the

office when Tyson walked in. “Mr. Macari, Mr. Lewis is here,” the latter informed. Caleb? “Let him in.”

“Understood.” Tyson made his way out, and following that, Caleb walked in. The latter headed straight

for the couch and plopped down on it. “I didn’t expect you to be so impatient, Mr. Macari. It has only

been a few days, yet you’ve already brought her home.”

A cold look flitted across Samuel’s handsome and stunning countenance. “Are you here to spout

nonsense?” he retorted. “Did I hit the nail on the head?” Caleb scoffed. Samuel’s gaze was dark and

frosty. Just then, Caleb crossed his legs and asked, “Charles is back?” Samuel didn’t respond to that.

Thus, Caleb took it a step further and deliberately provoked the man. “Come to think of it, I’ve not seen

that brother-in-law of mine for a long time now.” “I must remind you, Caleb, you and Kathleen never got

around to registering your marriage. Strictly speaking, you are in no way related to the Johnson family

at all.” “Who are you to say all that? Do you think Kathleen would’ve agreed with what you have just

said? Back then, if it weren’t for you, we would’ve headed to City Hall after our wedding ceremony.”

“This shows how you two are not fated to be together,” Samuel retorted. It was apparent his words had

ruffled Caleb’s feathers as the latter’s expression immediately dimmed. “Listen, Samuel Macari, if you

want to remarry, then hand the kids over to me. I won’t ever remarry.”