Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband

Chapter 37 Is She In Trouble?

He had been trying to keep her away from him in his own way, but why couldn’t she grasp his intent?

He was on the verge of death!Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

The poison in his body had seeped into his bone marrow, and perhaps one more merciless strike would take his life away.

Thus, he sincerely hoped Samantha wouldn’t waste her time with a man as unappealing and disabled as he was

Seeing Samantha dutifully serving him food throughout the meal, Finley lost his appetite.

He put down his cutlery and wheeled himself back to the lounge, shutting Samantha out.

Samantha understood why Finley wanted her to leave; he felt he was running out of time and didn’t want to hold her future back.

All his actions now mirrored those of his past life. Back then, when he learned that his life was coming to an end, he pushed her away. However, she couldn’t comprehend the significance of life fading away then. All she knew was her deep desire to stay by Finley’s side.

Thus, despite Finley’s attempts to send her away, she always returned to the villa with the guidance of the lingering fragrance of osmanthus flower.

Finley had sent her away three times in his past life.

Each time, she came back on her own, and each time, she ended up getting hurt.

Seeing her endure such pain, Finley eventually resolved to keep her by his side. Now, with her intelligence recovered, she saw through his facade. Thus, no matter how forcefully Finley tried to make her leave, she would not budge.

She had made her vow clear to Finley: in this life and beyond, even in the clutches of death, she would stand by his side.

The night breeze blew gently, causing a soft rustling in the dead of night.

Raindrops pattered against the floor–to–ceiling windows. Samantha glanced at the cold meal. before her and picked it up, intending to warm it in the microwave. However, she found that the staff lounge was locked.

Samantha had no choice but to throw the meal away and brave the pouring rain to fetch Finley a fresh supper.

Knowing Finley had only eaten a few bites tonight, she anticipated his hunger, and with an empty stomach, he was likely to have gastric discomfort.

Therefore, she had to go out to buy stomach medicine and supper for him.

Not long after Samantha left, Finley, feeling uncomfortable, wheeled himself out of the lounge. In the office, he couldn’t spot Samantha anywhere, prompting a sense of loss within him.

Assuming she had gone home, he dialed the villa’s phone number to ensure her safe arrival. Before long, Daphne’s voice came through the phone. “Mr. Dean.”

“Has Samantha arrived home?” asked Finley.

“Has Mrs. Dean returned?” In doubt, Daphne put Finley on hold and went to check the room. She found the bed was still cold; the yard had no car parked and no sign of anyone outside. Observing the pouring rain through the window, she returned to the hallway to answer the phone, “Mr. Dean, I just checked the room and the yard. Mrs. Dean hasn’t come home.”

It had been almost three to four hours since he asked Samantha to go home. Why hadn’t she arrived yet?

Could something have happened to her?

At the mere thought of this possibility, Finley furrowed his brows tightly.

“Ask Elias to find Samantha. Once he locates her, contact me immediately,” he instructed.

With that, Finley hung up and wheeled himself to the elevator, descending to the ground floor. Listening to the pouring rain, he sat in his wheelchair with his worry intensified.

Could Samantha have encountered danger on her way home in this heavy rain? Is she in trouble?

Anxiety surged through Finley’s mind.