Samantha had her head lowered. After a long while, she said softly, "I won't admit that I made a mistake."
Henderson smiled. His eyes, which were always gloomy and silent, seemed to have filled with starlight. They were so dazzling that no one dared to look into them.
"You didn't do anything wrong today," Henderson said. After a pause, he added coldly, "But you relented just now."
Samantha glanced at Henderson, then quickly lowered her head and whispered, "They... Although they were insulting me, it is unnecessary to have their tongues cut off."
Henderson narrowed his eyes, he was intrigued. "Do you no longer fear me?" He asked.
Samantha shivered slightly and replied, "...I'm still afraid."
Henderson sneered, then asked, "Are you eagerly waiting for my death, so that you can be freed?"
Samantha's round, wet eyes widened at his words, like a silly fawn in a forest. "I don't want Master Falcon to die early... Master Falcon has been very kind to me."
She wasn't lying. Henderson, the man who had been comparable to a devil in the eyes of outsiders, treated her much better than how Yosef did.
Henderson's dark eyes looked at her moist lips. Her small lips were as attractive as rose petals, with dewdrops lingering on them.
He nipped at Samantha's soft palm with his slender fingers and said, "Since I'm good to you, what should you call me?"
"..." Samantha's face flushed. She didn't understand why the man was so fond of being addressed in a senior manner. In general, people would only want to seem younger than they were. Take Yosef as an example, he owned more skincare products than Samantha did.
Under the watchful gaze of Henderson's, Samantha's face got redder. Her lips moved but no words came out.
Henderson then squeezed two of her fingers with quite some strength.
Samantha felt a stab of pain. her eyebrows furrowed. She finally compromised, "Uncle... it hurts."
Her voice was delicate and soft, making one's bones tingle upon hearing it. Brinton Pack quickly made a loud cough and thought, "No wonder Master Falcon is willing to keep her. It must be her voice that makes people especially wanting to protect her."
Henderson finally let go of her hand and said, "Push me to the garden."
Samantha hurriedly did as he had instructed.
The Falcon family's house was huge. The garden was beautiful and there were many rare flowers blooming. It was March, and as the spring breeze blew, Samantha's hair fluttered, bringing along the refreshing fragrance from the flowers. She narrowed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. Suddenly, Henderson asked, "Why did your father come looking for you today?"
Samantha paused for a while. For some reason, she didn't want Henderson to know about those sickening things of the Jackson family. After a while, she answered, "They're here to visit me."
Henderson scoffed at her reply.
As soon as Samantha's heart lifted, her wrist was held the next second. With a sudden force, she screamed in surprise as she was dragged, her entire frame sat on Henderson's lap.
Samantha's cheek was pressed against Henderson's firm and warm chest. She could hear his heartbeat, and feel his breath on the crown of her head.
The man nipped her chin with his lean fingers and forced her to raise her head. "Are you lying?"
Samantha's cheeks burned up. She did not dare to look into Henderson's eyes, and her long eyelashes quivered nonstop. "I... I..." She tried to speak.
"What is it?" Henderson bend his head and whispered into her ear, "Why aren't you telling me the truth?"
Her pale and delicate earlobe was like a moist pearl, flushing a faint red, it was extremely attractive to behold. Perhaps noticing that his stare did not move away, Samantha's entire body trembled slightly like a defensive little kitten.