Chapter 3 Samuel Fisher, a Bastard

With his eyes narrowed, Samuel Fisher asked, "Don't you know why you are here? Has no one told you about what you should do?"

His voice was deep and mellow like aged liquor, but there was a trace of coldness in it.

Thinking about the questions, Angela gradually gave up struggling.

Samuel angrily bit her on the lips and then released her.

Without the support of the man's hands, Angela slid limply along the door down to the floor.

She awkwardly rose to her feet with the help of the door and cowered to one side.

Under the in-door light, the shadow of the man's tall figure completely enveloped her.

Angela found herself nowhere to escape as if she had become his possession.

At this moment, Samuel abruptly turned around to stop looking at the girl, as if her attraction to him had disappeared.

Grasping the part of her coat before her chest and staring at the man's back, Angela moved her lips and wanted to ask him to resume his previous movements.

Samuel took off his suit and walked into the bathroom as if there was no one else in the space, snapping the door shut.

Soon, the sound of streaming water came from the bathroom.

Angela's legs went weak, and she fell to the floor, tears falling in stunned silence.

Jude Cole had been controlling her through the orphanage, her tender spot.

Angela had spent the first six years of her life living at Sunshine Orphanage. The director there, who dedicated herself to her career and therefore chose not to enter into marriage, had been extremely kind to her.

If the orphanage were gone, the director would have nowhere else to go, and those orphans would become homeless.

For the sake of the respected director and the entire orphanage, Angela had no other choice but to compromise.

Staring at the reflected sturdy, muscular figure of the man from the frosted glass, Angela forced her tears back.

She had no room to retreat.

The door to the bathroom was pushed open.

Samuel stepped out.

He was rubbing his short black hair with a towel and only wearing a piece of washcloth around his waist, his exposed body chiseled and muscular.

He was a man loved by God.

He owned not only uncountable wealth but also a perfect face and stunning shape.

He walked over to the bar barefoot and poured himself a glass of wine.

While drinking, he inadvertently noticed that Angela was still in the room.

"Why is she still here?" He raised his brows in surprise.

He put down the glass in his hand. Initially, he thought the girl would have fled after his previous threat.

His noble status decided that there were quite a few women who volunteered to sleep with him. However, he had contained his desires well and never touched those whose intentions were unclear to him.

To him, Angela was an exception, whose innocence and purity aroused his lust.

He drained the wine in the glass, looked at Angela, and once again amazed at the stunning gift Jude Cole gave him, his throat trembling.

He wanted to know if the girl was an adult or not.

Being a proud man, Samuel would never force a woman to do anything even though her beauty was a temptation hard to resist.

The girl before his eyes was too pure to be pushed into the adult game of fame and fortune.

She should just stay quietly in her ivory tower, wait for the day when her prince came to take her out, and then live happily together with him henceforth.

The look in Samuel's eyes grew cold. He hated those childish fairy tales and would never become anyone's prince charming.

"Why are you still here?"