All Chapters of A Kissing Spell: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Mr. Borda… are you sure that you want to do this? You have already given my Grandma a mansion. I have paid me a lot for the pain medicine… I don't think I deserve more from you…” I explained feverishly.The Chairman chuckled, looking confidently into my eyes.“Kass, you are our family's savior. If it wasn't for the fact that I want you to become Samil's wife, I would like to adopt you. I even discussed this case briefly with Amara,” he stated as if the things that he was saying were completely obvious.I stared at him in disbelieve. He seemed to absolutely disregard the fact that his precious grandson was still engaged to Camilla Artois. Even if I had Arlo Borda's full support, Samil's decision stayed the same. Furthermore, it was dangerous. Mr. Borda's support put me in the spotlight, and I certainly didn't want to become a target for both Camilla and Victor Artois. Not to mention, I couldn't even imagine Samil's un

I kept staring at Samil in disbelieve. I used to dream of hearing the exact words he said, but at that moment I hesitated.“Why…? Why would you want to do it now?” I asked still processing what had happened.“You said it yourself that it is a curse. Why would I want a curse on my body?” he smiled.“The seal really is a curse, but it is also a powerful tool. It protects you from witchcraft, and gives you strength…”“But it can also take you away from me, and I don't want that,” Samil interrupted my explanation, “Besides, if you stay by my side you can protect me from other witches' magic, right? As for the strength, I workout every day. I believe their won't be anything wrong with my strength even without that seal,” he smirked.I gazed at him cautiously.“Are you sure…? You are still healthy, you could live for years before making this decision,” I c

We hardly talked on our way back. The atmosphere was depressing. Samil still seemed to be mad at me for mentioning anything about his mother, and I was upset because I was unable to break Samil's seal. Finally, we drove into the city. It was time to talk about another delicate subject…“Please, take me to the White Rose Hotel,” I said, hesitantly glancing at Samil.“A hotel? Is that where you spent last night?!” he asked, annoyed.“Yes. What did you expect? Did you really think that I would obediently come back to your apartment and wait for you as if nothing had happened? I was hurt, really hurt…” I stated, trying not to raise my voice.“I already told you why I acted that way,” he grunted.“You did, yet it didn't change anything. Besides, I learnt my lesson. Staying in your apartment was wrong from the beginning,” I sighed.“Why?!” he burst out.&l

In the lobby on the ground floor of the Sirio Corporation's building, I got my temporary pass. The security guards started glancing at me suspiciously as soon as they found out that I was the Chairman's specially invited guest. They all began acting cautiously around me solely out of respect for the Chairman. It felt a little awkward. I was taken to the top floor, where the Chairman's office was. I was given a seat in the small conference room right next to his office, and some incredibly polite secretary asked me to wait.The door of the conference room where I was sitting was slightly open. I could see people passing by in the corridor outside. Suddenly, I heard Samil voice. I quickly ran towards the door and glimpsed through the crack. Samil was discussing something with another man. That other person was older and had a firm expression. Moreover, there was something spiteful in his gaze. I looked at him closely and finally recognized him. I saw his photos more than a few

I stood there next to Samil and kept glancing at the operating room's door. I started thinking if I should call myself a hypocrite because I still deeply cared about the lives of those that became precious to me, but at the same time, I didn't leave much thought about all those who had died in front of my eyes. I wondered if that was what those who experience war feel… becoming numb. Perhaps, it was the mind's rational solution. If one person was to care about everyone who died, the suffering heart would kill that person faster than the lost bullet. Still, this situation might have been “normal” for those people standing around me, but it shocked me how quickly I adapted to their cruel world. Was it because of my soul, and what Immara had experienced? After all, Immara's world was much more terrifying and dark than the one I was living in…Finally, the bed with the unconscious Chairman went out of the operating room and was transported to the intensi