Chapter 4

Samuel was also a weirdo. He had married twice in both lives. Was he not satisfied with either? Or did he have some peculiar preferences? For instance, did he dislike women?

The seeds of doubt took root in my mind. I trembled with fear, scared to think any further. Was I married to a gay man?

"Feeling unwell?" Sensing something off with me, Samuel lowered his head and asked me softly before touching my forehead.

Before I could say anything, he continued, "Our Sally is capable. She's more than capable of handling Flora!"

Considering that I enjoyed his compliments, I would not bother to question whether he was gay for now.

When we got home, Candice had already prepared dinner and was waiting for us to eat together.

She was a hundred times better than Logan's mother, Mariah Deak.

In my past life, on the first day of marriage, Mariah got me up before dawn to feed the pigs. It was winter, and there was not much to do on the farm. Waking up at 5 AM to cook was already early, but she insisted on 3 AM. She didn't even eat the breakfast I made but made me reheat it when it cooled down.

She regarded herself as the wealthy landlady, while I was just a servant working for her family.

If it were not for my ability to make money that gave me a say, she would have tortured me to death long ago.

Candice kept piling food onto my plate, urging me to eat more. She also mentioned that Samuel was reserved and not much of a talker; she asked me to be more tolerant of him.

I smiled and nodded in agreement.

After dinner, it was still bright outside. Samuel started working on building the wooden frame, while I assisted him.

He had a well-proportioned physique, and his every movement exuded a powerful masculinity.

In my previous life, when I was with Logan, he acted like a rich young master, getting out of breath even while chopping down a log. I had no choice but to take the axe and chop the wood myself. It took me a week to build that frame.

Having married Samuel, he did all the physical labor, and it was finished in one night.

After a long day, I had no desire to make babies and went straight to sleep.

The day after our wedding, we went up the mountain to chop firewood, gathering five or six cartloads, enough to keep us warm for the entire winter.

Tomorrow, Samuel would return to his unit.

Back in the house that evening, Samuel took out a savings book from his backpack and handed it to me. "This is my savings from all these years. Take any money you need. All my money is deposited into this account. I'll leave my mother in your care."

His magnetic voice was slightly hoarse. "I know you're a woman. You can live well without a man."

My heart sank, wondering, 'Why is this man speaking like he was giving his last words?'

Thinking that he would be gone in a few months, my eyes reddened.

After hesitating for a moment, I took a silver pendant from my inner pocket. The pendant was engraved with intricate patterns.

I gave him the pendant. "Wear this and never take it off. I once saved an old man. He gave it to me before he left, saying this pendant would bring good luck and success."

That night, I held Samuel tightly, telling him to be careful and to think of his mother and me at home. We would wait for him to come home.

Two months after Samuel rejoined the team, Flora came to visit, carrying a bouquet of white roses. Her tone could not hide her smugness. "My dear sister, Samuel is dead. You don't know yet, do you? I've brought you some white roses!"