Attracted By My Ex-wife novel Chapter 142

"Sam, I have made up my mind. You don't have to persuade me anymore. I know you mean well, but we are just friends, nothing too special. If we both live under the same roof forever, we will be misunderstood."

Anne didn't dare to look at Sam's face. His eyes were too serious. His stare gave an inexplicable amount of pressure. She knew that this was for the best. It was beneficial for the two of them if she moved out.

The persevering attitude of Sam towards her was getting more and more obvious by the minute. She didn't want to hear his sentiments. If she kept staying there, it would only make things complicated. If it continued like this, their friendship would be as good as ash.

"Anne? Do I put pressure on you? You can pretend that you never heard my confession. I know your scruples. I promise I will only treat you as a friend from now on. My thoughts would be clear of any improper intents."

Sam could feel that Anne was deliberately being reserved from him. He knew very well that her feelings for him were just as ordinary as bread and butter, but he couldn't get a hold of his heart's desire. He just wanted to be there for her and keep her safe.

"Sam, you're overthinking. I just think it's inappropriate for us to live together for this long. That's the reason I decided to move out,"

Anne explained in a hurry. Although what Sam said was exactly what she thought in mind, she didn't want their relationship to change because of it.

"Anne, this is a big country…"

Looking at the grave look on her face, Sam grew anxious. He knew that she was as stubborn as a rock. Once she made a decision, she was committed and it was final.

"Well, isn't it useless to persuade me anymore? I've already found a house and I'm about to move there in a moment. Trust me on this one. If you're unsure, you can always come over at my place at any time. You'll be my very first guest."

She gave Sam a faint smile and interrupted his thoughts. She didn't want to hear what he had to say. Persuading her would be like moving a mountain.

Sam sighed helplessly. He was very disappointed knowing that Anne didn't want to stay with him anymore. At the height of the event, he also felt heartbroken.

"Can I at least drive you there? I'm worried if you go about on your own." Sam did everything he could, but he would go the extra mile to get one final moment with Anne. He didn't want to miss the chance.

"Okay, I'll go upstairs to pack my bags." Anne didn't refuse Sam's offer this time. After saying that, she stood up and went to her room.

Looking at her slender back, Sam was enticed to hold her in his arms, but he knew that he had no right.

Half an hour later, Anne finally came down with her compact suitcase. She never planned to stay in America for long, so she didn't bring much of her belongings with her.

Noticing that it was strenuous for her to lift her stubby luggage, Sam was quick to assist her and said, "Here, let me do it."

"Thank you." After taking a casual glance at Sam, she thanked him for his courtesy.

"Anne, are you really sure about this?"

Although Sam knew that she wouldn't be bothered by his hopeless concern, he still didn't want to give up.

"Sam, as I told you countless times, it's final. You don't have to persuade me anymore." Anne was afraid that Sam would ask her again, so she interrupted before he even could finish his sentence.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

With a sigh of dismay, Sam finally chose to compromise. He knew he couldn't keep her.

He surrendered to Anne's wish to move out. He took her to the address of the new house head-on. When they arrived, they found themselves side by side at the porch. Sam wanted to take a look inside, but Anne refused.

"Sam, it's getting late. You should go home." Standing in front of the door, Sam glared at Anne and said calmly,

"Anne, your suitcase is hefty. Let me help you get it in."

Knowing that Anne wanted to keep a safe distance from him, Sam insisted on his gallantry. He wouldn't be able to often see her as he used to, so he took his last chance of being with her.

"I think I can take it from here, but thanks. I'll do it myself."

It was getting dark and Anne didn't want to share a moment longer alone with Sam. She was afraid that the slightest change would make their friendship complicated.

"Anne, you don't have to be too reserved. We're best friends, remember? Do we really have to be this distant from now on?"

Sam glanced at Anne seriously. A trace of loss flashed though his disheartened eyes.

Sam had thought that he could maintain the current relationship between the two of them, but Anne seemed to deliberately hide from him, which made him blue.

"Sam, you beat a dead horse. It's just a suitcase. I can handle it myself. What you've done is more than enough. I don't want to bother you anymore."

Being stared at by Sam, Anne couldn't help but feel uneasy. She lowered her head and spoke in embarrassment. Truth be told, she never wanted their friendship to be estranged, but the more Sam cared about her, the more difficult the situation felt.

"Where is she now?"

When Kevin heard that Anne was not around, his eyebrows met. A trace of surprise flashed through his irked eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"I have no idea!" Sam stopped and shut the door after squabbling these words.

When the secretary saw that her boss was rejected, he couldn't help but feel nervous. It was the first time that her boss had been snubbed.

The secretary came to Kevin and reminded in a low voice, "Mr. Kevin, we should get going. It seems that Miss Anne is not here."

"Since you're so sure that she's not here, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and find her! Do you expect me to investigate it myself?"

Kevin suddenly turned and redirected his anger towards his secretary.

"Of course, I'll find her pronto!"

The secretary was intimidated by the powerful aura of his boss, so he dared not to slack off at all. After saying that, he swiftly ordered his subordinates to check Anne's possible whereabouts.

An hour later, Kevin pulled over Anne's newfound home. His eyes took a tour around the somewhat secluded environment without any expression on his face.

This woman was clever to choose such a place. The place was low-key and hard to find. But it wasn't long until Kevin found her.

He unlatched the door handle and stepped out of the car. Seeing the shabby house, he couldn't help but feel sorry.

Standing at the porch, Kevin didn't bother ringing the doorbell. He instantly shouted upfront, "Anne, come out!"

Thinking that the house was antique and had poor sound insulation, he believed that she would hear him at once.

As expected, Anne trembled upon hearing the sudden familiar voice of Kevin. She looked at the door in disbelief. Was she hallucinating just now? Why did she abruptly hear Kevin's speech?

She must be crazy. She had only settled in for a night. Even if Kevin knew that she had moved out, he wouldn't find this place out so soon.

Trusting her logic, Anne couldn't help but shake her head. She threw away the illusion that had occurred in her mind just now and continued to prepare her warm breakfast.