The next morning.
When Samuel Hayes got up, Odessa Woods was still deeply asleep.
He watched her with amusement, her brows furrowed even in her dreams, and gently wiped away the tear stains at the corner of her eyes, whispering softly, "Silly girl, don't you know that if you discussed it with me first, I couldn't possibly refuse?"
"You don't need to threaten me with divorce, nor do you need to slip out to see the Johnsons by yourself."
He leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on Odessa's forehead.
More than twenty years ago, a pregnant Odessa was kidnapped by a rival family.
If he hadn't arrived in time, he might never have seen her again in his life.
This had become a psychological barrier for Samuel Hayes.
Every time Odessa snuck away from Hayes Manor, he would become particularly tense and lose control, lashing out at her in anger.
A complex expression crossed Samuel's brows.
He stroked her cheek over and over with his fingertip, as if caressing a rare treasure.