A Cue for Love Chapter 208 Natalie froze. âWho is it?â
âItâs me.â A familiar voice she hadnât heard in a long time rang in her ears.
âS-Samuel?â She blinked in disbelief.
âYes, itâs me.â
âWhat are you doing here?â Her voice was tiny and sullen.
âDidnât I say not to draw attention to yourself when Iâm not around?â he questioned her in a deep voice.
There was a tinge of resignation mixed in it. âYou really turned a deaf ear to my words.â
âI didnât.â
He pressed his large hand on the top of her head. âIn that case, why are there so many people waiting for you, hmm?â
Despite the accusation, his voice was filled with an indescribable sense of affection.
âNot all of them are men-â
âWomen are off-limits too.â Samuel pursed his lips. âYou belong to me, and me alone.â
With the jacket in the way, Natalie couldnât see the manâs face as she listened to him. However, for some reason, she would feel at ease when he was around, as though he could solve even the most terrible problems that plagued her.
While she was engrossed in her thoughts, he asked again, âDo you want to leave?â
âYes.â She nodded subconsciously.
âI wonât bother to look at something that doesnât belong to me. Remember, I only take whatâs mine with me,â he paused before continuing, âAnd Iâll do so properly.â
As his words played repeatedly in her mind, he grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the crowd.
Natalie could see nothing but darkness since the jacket was still covering her head.
All she could feel was that big hand holding her tiny one. It felt warm and comforting as if he was her entire world at that moment.
With no other way to navigate her surrounding, she followed him.
However, that sense of peace he gave her also made her feel a little lost.
Natalie was so zoned out that she accidentally tripped herself. Thankfully, Samuel caught her in the nick of time.
âTsk, tsk, tskâ¦â Suddenly, he scooped her into his arms.
âIf you donât want to fall, you better hold me tight and donât let go,â he cautioned in a whisper before resuming his steps.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around him as a faint blush surfaced on her cheeks.
If it werenât for the jacket around her head, he wouldâve seen her blushing like a teenager.
With that, he whisked her away.
The security guards were blocking the attendees and the reporters, so they couldnât see what exactly had happened. They only caught a glance of Samuel carrying a woman in a red dress with a jacket over her head.
When Christopher went backstage, he saw a glimpse of Samuelâs silhouette carrying a woman in a scarlet dress. Is it her?
âWhatâs wrong, Mr. Collins?â Nicholas asked curiously when he saw him stop suddenly.
âInvestigate who that is.â
Nicholas didnât know what was the point of the investigation, but he wasnât going to question it. âWill do.â
Christopher didnât go further backstage.
âMr. Collins? Is something wrong?â
âTheyâre gone.â A hint of loneliness flashed across his eyes. âLetâs go back.â
After three days of continuous bathing and consuming his medications, the coldness in his body had completely vanished. He never had a cough late at night anymore, and he could sleep like a baby.
She didnât lie about being able to treat him.
However, as much as he wanted to treasure her, he wasnât the only one doing so.
His fists tightened as he vowed to himself. I will have her. I must.