Chapter 132 - 132 132. Sinful Desire

132 132. Sinful Desire

Clara gulped. Spending the night with a man other than Dave was something she had never imagined in her mind. It never occurred to her to betray him even just once, even though he had betrayed her.

However, how could she just be reckless at a time like this? What if she fucked another man instead? All at once, she documented that to make Dave angry and canceled their wedding, which was only a matter of days. She was upset and did not know how to escape this suffocating marriage.

However, it didn’t feel right for her to use Samuel. It wouldn’t be fair to Samuel either. What if Dave got revenge and did bad things to Samuel?

Clara’s eyes flickered awkwardly. “Do you think that I’m cheap? Chasing men for satisfaction?” she stammered. Her eyes could not leave Samuel’s sharp gaze. Too precious to pass up the opportunity to gaze at a handsome face with edible lips. Besides, she didn’t want him to say she was afraid of him. She’s not a coward.

“What’s wrong with you? Suddenly backing out?” asked Samuel chuckling. “Earlier you looked very passionate when my sister was here.”

“I told you that I just want to settle things with you,” Clara answered, hiding her fear by still looking at him fiercely. “As I recall, you said that I wasn’t your type. Will a woman like me make your sexual desire arise?”

Samuel’s red lips slowly widened and curved upwards on both sides. His eyes stared at Clara wistfully. “I prefer a woman who is elegant, calm, and not arrogant. You are completely far from my type because I prefer blonde-haired women with curvy bodies. ” You’re too thin by my standards,” Samuel laughed sarcastically. His hand still clamped her chin. He didn’t want to let her go, he wanted to tease that annoying woman for a moment.

Clara could only swallow hard. What Samuel did was the complete opposite of what he said. “Then you can let me go, can’t you?”

“Wait, why do you look so thin now?” asked Samuel suddenly. He saw her collarbone which looked pathetic. Looked too sharp and imprinted. To the extent that Samuel felt horrified and also pity. “Are you a drug user?”

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Clara’s face tightened. She was offended by Samuel’s accusations. “I’m a doctor. Don’t accuse me that I’m a drug user.”

“You’re a doctor, doesn’t mean you won’t choose that kind of life path, right?” he asked. He squinted, trying to penetrate Clara’s soul through her eyes which flashed her deep wound. “You’re a doctor, that doesn’t mean your life is perfect, right?”

Clara’s lips parted. She hated why Samuel seemed to know what she was thinking and feeling. However, she didn’t want to appear weak in Samuel’s eyes. She didn’t know the man in front of him well.

Annoyed, Clara’s hand rose to brush Samuel’s hand away from her. “Damn you!” muttered Clara. The cloud over her face grew darker.

Samuel, who knew that Clara was angry, then chose not to continue his tease. He then took a chair and sat back down at the side of the table that was close to Clara’s. He spread his thighs, making Clara who had been looking down look away because she was wrongly looking at a part of Samuel’s body that she shouldn’t be looking at.

Samuel sorted out the contents of the cake box and took another piece of bread. Kurimu pan was his choice. The cake filled with delicious soft custard would relieve his irritation fast. Like being embraced by the arms of a loving mother.

Samuel handed one to Clara. The woman then awkwardly looked at Samuel.

“It’s delicious! Try it and you will be addicted,” said Samuel, munching his bread.

“I already ate one,” Clara objected. She glanced at the calorie count on the bread packet. Three hundred calories were too much for her.

Samuel snorted in annoyance. “This is my apology to you. Please accept it!”

Clara’s eyes looked at the calorie count with horror. However, when she turned to Samuel and saw the custard cream melting from the man’s bite, the brunette-haired woman couldn’t help but swallow hard.

“Eat more, so that you will get prettier. The hell with the calories!” persuaded Samuel again.

Annoyed, Samuel unwrapped Clara’s bread and stuffed it into Clara’s mouth. Of course, this made Clara so upset. Her Amber eyes narrowed angrily at Samuel.

“Hey, you are impolite!” Clara snapped.

However, she finally ate the bread. Samuel laughed at Clara who finally complied. She looked so cute in his eyes.

Clara was amazed when the soft and sweet cream pleased her tongue. “Wow, this is delicious!” Clara admitted. Her mood immediately improved.

Samuel smiled broadly. He enjoyed Clara’s looks which were not graceful at all. Her lips were smeared with creamy custard.

Unknowingly, Samuel then brought his hand to Clara’s lips to clean the cream stuck there. However, she inched away as his hand approached her. The scene of the man’s hand made her remember the kiss they had that night three months ago.

“Sorry! There is custard filling stuck to the corners of your lips,” said Samuel with an awkward smile. “Can I clean it up?” he asked again.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Clara nodded awkwardly. She didn’t know why Samuel’s simple actions had managed to make her heart flutter.

Carefully, Samuel then took the cream on the corners of Clara’s lips and cheeks. The sexy man then brought his hand to his mouth to lick the cream he took from her lips.

Clara gulped. What Samuel was doing right now was so sexy. Too sexy for her.

“Don’t tease this skinny woman!” Clara said, addressing herself as a skinny woman and looking away from Samuel.

Samuel chuckled at Clara’s comment. “You’re not my type, but that doesn’t mean you failed to make me want you.”

Clara’s face flushed. Her heart raced violently. At this time, she knew how the night would end. She felt like she would end up in Samuel’s bed if she stayed there any longer.

Clara then stopped chewing the bread. She then got up from her seat and said, “I … I’m sorry! My business is over. Thank you for your food and hospitality.”

Clara turned around, about to leave the table. However, Samuel’s hand grabbed her spontaneously, forcing Clara to look at his face. He looked offended.

“If you don’t want to sleep with me, then what do you want Miss Deck—”

“Clara! Just Clara. Don’t call me Decker!”