The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

• Samantha wrapped her arms around Finley's neck and leaned in to kiss his lips to divert his attention.

Finley was speechless.

• Batter!

• As expected, torrential rain arrived.

• The pain in Finley's body gradually subsided, and he tasted blood in his mouth. Samantha pulled away from him. Her lips were bitten by him, but she seemed completely focused on him and didn't feel the pain. She moved out of his embrace and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

• Finley's deep gaze fell on the injured corner of Samantha's lips. For the first time, he realized how enchanting and beautiful a woman's lips could be when they turned red.

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Upon seeing that he didn't answer, she looked at the sweat on his forehead and raised her hand to wipe it away. "You've sweated a lot. You must be uncomfortable. Let me help you take a shower." Without waiting for Finley to refuse, Samantha pushed him toward the bathroom.

When Finley came back to his senses, he found himself already in the bathroom. He watched as Samantha was about to undress him, but suddenly, he thought of something and stopped her. "I can wash myself. You can go out."

• Samantha opened her mouth to say something, but because of Finley's words, she swallowed her words. She arranged all the things he needed for his shower, prepared clean clothes for him, and then left the bathroom.

She stood outside the door and waited for him.

Inside the bathroom, Finley took off his shirt, revealing the scars all over his body from being burned in a fire. Although they had already scabbed over, the scars still looked fierce.

• An obscure and unclear emotion appeared in Finley's eyes. He finished his shower quickly and came out of the bathroom. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Samantha leaning against the wall and waiting for him. He frowned. "Why are you standing here?"

• Samantha replied gently, "I'm waiting for you. Are you done showering? Are you hungry? I cooked some noodles. Would you like to have some?"

Finley was speechless.

. "No. Thank you."

• A hint of disappointment flashed in Samantha's eyes. "I'll eat by myself then."

• As Samantha finished her sentence, she went to the dining table and sat down before looking at the noodles that had clumped together. She picked up her fork and spoon and quietly started eating. Finley sat in his wheelchair and observed Samantha's disappointed expression. He moved the wheelchair and came to her side before asking, "Where's mine?"

• She was momentarily stunned, and her disappointed expression quickly disappeared. She happily handed the noodles beside her to Finley and said, "They looked good originally, but they clumped together because they were left for a while. However, they still taste good. Try them, and if you like them, I'll make them for you again tomorrow."

• "Okay."

• Finley picked up his fork and spoon coldly and started eating.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

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He didn't comment on the taste, but she noticed that he didn't show any disgust on his face. She thought to herself that it shouldn't taste bad.

She put the egg from her bowl into Finley's bowl and said, "Have some more."

Finley was speechless.

"I don't like eating food that others have already eaten."

• Samantha smiled and said, "I'm your wife, so I don't count as someone else."

He glanced at her and asked her, "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

She replied, "You're not a ghost, so why should I be afraid of you?"

Finley tightened his grip on the fork and spoon in his hand instinctively and said, "Isn't my face hideous?"

• Samantha propped up her face and stared at Finley's scarred face while saying, "Your face is handsome. How could it be hideous?"