The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

• Samantha was the only one present in the kitchen. She was preparing the chicken egg noodles that she loved so much in her previous life.

After half an hour, two bowls of fragrant chicken egg noodles were ready. She placed them on a plate and carried them back to her room. She set the noodles on the table and then went to the door of Finley's study before knocking gently. "Darling, I just made two bowls of chicken egg noodles in the kitchen. Would you like to join me for a meal?"

• There was no response from the study room.NôvelDrama.Org content.

• Samantha started to feel worried. "Darling? Can you hear me? May I come in?"

• She knew that Finley disliked strangers entering his room, so she asked for permission to enter to avoid angering him.

• Unfortunately, even after she finished speaking, there was still no sound from Finley's study room.

• Samantha's worried expression deepened. She looked at the password lock in front of her. Then, she relied on her memory from her previous life, entered the password, and opened the study room door. Inside, she found Finley curled up in pain on the floor. Samantha hurried over to him. "Finley!"

• "Leave."

• For some reason, Finley didn't want Samantha to see him in such a miserable state. At the same time, thunder rumbled in the sky. She looked at the pain on his face and helped him back into his wheelchair. Then, she retrieved a bottle of medicine from the study cabinet and gave him a pill.

• His legs were disabled due to poisoning, and the poison in his body was gradually eroding his internal organs. Every time it rained, the poison would flare up. Each time, he would experience unbearable pain, just like now.

• In her previous life, the poison in his body was cured by a divine doctor, but that divine doctor would only appear a year later. In other words, Finley would have to endure this pain for an entire year. Although she had seen the prescription written by the divine doctor in her previous life, she didn't know the correct order to brew the medicine. However, for Finley's sake, she was willing to try it herself. As long as he didn't have to suffer like this anymore.

• Samantha had just given Finley a painkiller, but it seemed to have little effect. Finley was still in great pain. She embraced him tenderly and held him tightly while saying, "Finley, I'm here. If the pain becomes too much, you can hold onto me as tightly as you want. I won't push you away because I want to endure this pain with you."

Finley trembled as he looked into her eyes.

"Who are you exactly?"

She knew that her deep affection for him might make him think she was intentionally getting close to him, but she truly loved him deeply and sincerely.

She wanted to give him all the love she couldn't give him in their past lives.

• Her heart was small, and it was small enough to only hold a man named Finley.

• Samantha looked at Finley earnestly. "Finley, remember this. I am Samantha Wallace, your wife."

. "Samantha Wallace?"

• Samantha nodded. "Yes. Samantha Wallace."

• Finley gripped the wheelchair tightly and tried to recall any memories he had with Samantha, but there was nothing.

• There was nothing at all.

• He was certain that he didn't know her, but why did she look at him with such deep affection?

• Who was she? Who was she?

Boom!

Thunder roared in the sky. Finley's body trembled even more violently than before. He was covered in sweat, and the veins on his forehead throbbed with pain. Samantha...