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The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 1009
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Chapter 1009

The determination in Natalie's eyes ignited a fire in his heart.

Even while he was still apprehensive and indecisive, Natalie had already decided to stay with him, regardless of the

obstacles they would face.

Thus, Samuel never felt so ashamed of himself as he stood before her.

Meanwhile, Natalie felt anxious as she saw Samuel pursed his lips but did not say anything. “Samuel... Please say

something!”

Samuel did not answer Natalie but looked down and desperately captured her lips with a kiss.

Their tongues interlocked as they drowned in passion. Neither could break free.

Natalie's face blushed in an alluring shade of red as their breaths intertwined. Then, Samuel whispered in a deep

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and magnetic voice, “Nat, I promise you. I agree with everything you say.”

I will do everything you want me to do. Furthermore, I swear I am yours. Likewise, my life belongs to you too. If you

require me to die, I will die for you. If you want me to live, I will do everything to survive.

Meanwhile, Jerome went to Yaleview downtown and bought Natalie's favorite coffee, wanting to bring it to her.

He was frustrated with himself for screwing up his confession to Natalie.

In hindsight, he felt he should have waited until he was more confident before confessing his feelings. Then, it

would not have been so awkward that it was hard to continue their friendship as if nothing had happened.

Moreover, he was unwilling to give up just like that.

However, before Jerome could get out of the car, he saw a man hugging and kissing Natalie.

Natalie looked alluring as the man kissed her. Jerome had never seen such an enchanting side of her.

He stood stunned, holding the cup of coffee.

His gaze became unreadable as he continued to grip the coffee cup until it went out of shape. In the end, the cup

could not contain the hot coffee, causing the coffee to leak and scald his right hand.

Jerome had liked her since they were children. Yet, another man had beaten him to her and snatched her from him.

Jerome's heart hurt and bled as if cold and sharp claws had scraped it.

He had turned numb from heartbreak and remained unaware of the hot coffee spilling and scalding the back of his

hand.

“What are you doing?” A clear female voice sounded beside him.

Jerome did not look at her and answered petulantly, “Mind your own business.”

Yvette noticed the back of Jerome's hand was red from being scalded, but he did not seem to care. Thus, she

continued, “But the coffee has scalded your hand! If you keep holding the cup like that, your wound will soon fester

and infected!”

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“You!” Jerome turned around and glared at Yvette.

Their eyes met, and they instantly realized they knew each other because of Natalie.

Yvette was deeply grateful to Natalie for what she had done and recognized that Jerome was Natalie's friend. Thus,

she could not leave without helping him. She quickly took a bottle of chilled mineral water from her canvas bag to

pour over Jerome's scalded hand.

However, before she could unscrew the cap, Jerome said coldly, “Stop being a busybody.”

“Busybody?” Yvette looked at him in disbelief.

“Have I said something wrong?” Jerome tossed the cup of coffee into the trash can and looked at Yvette. “Although

we both know Natalie, it doesn't mean I am your friend too.”

In actuality, Yvette only noticed the coffee had scalded Jerome's hand and wanted to warn him. She did not expect

to be called a busybody.

Previously, she thought Jerome was a mild-tempered young man. She did not expect to find him that rude in reality.

Jerome reminded her of a wolf disguised as a husky. Jerome may seem gentle and approachable at first but was

actually a vicious and fierce wolf.