Episode 8

A fake.

Was he. . . a fake?

The more Samuel looked at the unfamiliar young man, the more he felt that they were very similar.

If he covered his face, If one were to look at their appearance and dress, they were almost exactly the same.

And the biggest difference between him and that person was. . . the face.

That strange young man's face were very gentle, like a young master from a rich family. His every move was very elegant.

Samuel turned his head and looked at the cabin window at the side. He saw a pair of peach blossom eyes reflected from the window.

Compared to the young man, his facial features were sharper. However, because he was wearing a pair of glasses with thin golden frames, he looked a little gentler.

Samuel slowly raised his hand. He was trembling as he took off his glasses. There were some things he knew. . . though he didn't want to investigate.

He would rather lie to himself and others and keep pretending. He didn't want to break the peace.

The nearby Curtis leisurely drank his wine and sneered. He seemed to be laughing at the abashment of Samuel.

"The fake goods just can't be compared to the genuine goods. . . " Curtis sighed as if he was talking to himself, but his voice could be heard by Samuel.

Curtis held his glass of wine. He turned around and walked towards Kris.

"Slater!" Curtis greeted the young man, "Why are you so late?"

"There was a traffic jam on the way here, so I was slightly late. " The young man smiled gently, then looked at Kris, who was beside him. "But luckily, it was just in time. "

Samuel looked at the unfamiliar young man. His mind was almost blank.

Slater.

Slater Reed...

Samuel retracted his sight, turned around and looked at the blue sea and tried to divert his attention.

"Calm down."

" Calm down. Slater is just an old friend of Kris. He hasn't been back for many years. So now it is normal that Kris and Slater seem to be so close after they have reunited."

Samuel closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

It just so happened that he and Slater had the same dressing style.

It didn't matter.

It didn't matter. . .

Samuel just stood beside the sea and enjoyed the breeze for a while. He gradually calmed down.

Axel was not far away. He looked at Kris and Slater. Then he looked at Samuel, who was standing alone by the railing. Finally, he walked towards Samuel.

"Sister-in-law?" Axel came over. He asked carefully, "Are you alright?"

Samuel relized someone was talking with him and smiled. "I'm fine. "

When Axel saw Samuel like this, he seemed to be worried. He asked again, "The wind is strong outside. Sister-in-law, do you want to go in and rest first?"

Axel really thought of Samuel as a family. Now that Slater had come back, he did not want Samuel to be provoked.

"It's okay. " Samuel held his glasses. He casually put them in the pocket of his coat.

After adjusting himself, Samuel turned around. Step by step, he walked towards Kris.

No matter what happened, Slater was the guest of today's banquet. He was going to welcome the guest.

Samuel walked over step by step and shouted, "Kris. "

Kris turned his head and looked over, facing Samuel's gaze.

Samuel, with a polite smile, came to Kris.

And when Samuel came over, He could also feel that all kinds of gazes were on him.

Some were gloating, some were watching a good show, and some were mocking him. . .

The young masters who were watching the show all quieted down, and their gazes were at these three people. They were waiting for a good show to begin.

Samuel controlled his emotions. He had a polite smile on his face. He came to Kris and looked at Slater, who was opposite him. "Hello."

Slater also noticed Samuel and nodded with a smile. "Hello. "

Slater stretched out his hand and said, "I am Slater. "

Samuel also reached out his hand. Just as the two of them were holding hands, something happened. Samuel suddenly saw the watch on Slater's wrist

- it was exactly the same as his own watch.

Samuel was alittle upset and retracted his hand. He then asked Kris beside him, "Kris, do you want to cut the cake?"

Kris didn't answer. He just looked at Slater and asked softly, "Mr. Cook made the cake. Do you want to try it?"

"Mr. Cook still makes cake now?" Slater's eyes lit up. "Of course I want to try it. It's been a long time since I ate it last time. "

The cake table was on the other side of the deck. They walked towards the cake table.

Slater walked on the left side of Kris. Samuel was on the right side of Kris. Samuel held his wine glass and quietly observed the two people beside him.

It was windy at night. It was a little cold when the wind blew onto the deck.

Slater wasn't in a good health condition. Lowering his head, he couldn't help but wrap his coat a little tighter.

Kris noticed his movements. He leaned slightly to the left to resist the wind for the young man on the left.

Samuel saw Kris' movements. There was still no change on his face, as if he didn't care at all. He took a sip of red wine.

It's okay.

Samuel forced himself to calm down and went to the open-air restaurant on the other side of the deck.

The long dining table was filled with all kinds of desserts. The cake was placed in the middle of the table.

As a birthday star, Kris held the cake knife. He walked to front of the cake.

However, Kris didn't cut it.

nstead, he handed the cake knife to the person beside him.

"Let me do it?" Slater was a little surprised.

"Don't you like it?" Kris said calmly.

"So you still remember. . . " Slater's tone became a little desolate. He took the cake knife and cut the first knife.

Not far away, Samuel saw this, all of a sudden. . . He felt cold all over.

He was obviously the one beside Kris, but Kris let another person cut the cake first.

Samuel looked at the side of Kris' face. He suddenly felt that the man in front of him was very strange.

He had never seen Kris like this. It was as if Kris only cared about Slater. He didn't even notice Samuel's existence.

Kris was clearly near Kris, but Kris didn't turn around to look at him.

Samuel couldn't help but look at Slater.

Slater had already started distributing the cake. The group of young masters came over with smiles on their faces, and occasionally chatted with Slater.

It could be seen that. . . Slater was very popular. After all, Slater was once the young master of the Reed family.

Even though the Reed family had declined, the young master was no longer as wealthy as before. But now that the young master Slater had returned to the country, Slater's charm had not diminished.

The cake table was bustling with noise and excitement.

Almost everyone was gathered around Slater and Kris.

Only Samuel was deserted. He was intentionally or unintentionally ostracized by these young masters.

Samuel couldn't stay any longer. He turned around and left, then went to a corner and rested. He took a deep breath.

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