I'm Sorry, But I Love You

Anderson's face went dark and his half-closed eyes suddenly opened widely, "She didn't ask the police who had provided the evidences?" Arthur deeply regretted.

Why would he tell Master Anderson that Miss Johnson definitely would come to thank him?

He should remember the deep-seated hatred between them when he said it at that time.

He had nobody but himself to blame!

"Say something!" Anderson ordered coldly.

Arthur closed his eyes and spoke resolutely, "She did."

But she didn't come to him.

She didn't want to come!

What an ungrateful woman!

Anderson shoved the phone down on the table. He got up and went upstairs with a stolid face, surrounded with a frigid atmosphere.

He was really angry now, angrier than ever before.

"Perhaps Miss Johnson is busy with other things. She must be very grateful to you in her heart."

"Maybe she's just too proud to admit it face to face."

Following after him, Arthur grabbed the phone and explained carefully, in hope of appeasing his anger.

Anderson gave him a cold glance, "Your bonus is gone for this quarter. Give me the phone and you can go back now."

Arthur looked bad.

He heard the vase broken into pieces upstairs when going downstairs.

Arthur was dreadfully terrified. He had meant to do Miss Johnson a good deed, but he was not sure it was good or just the opposite. Catherine had no idea what was going on at Ziting Villa.

She didn't come to see Anderson, but instead, Anderson went to her.

In the morning, as Catherine went out for work, she was startled to see a man was leaning against the wall outside the door.

She was about cried out.

But Anderson raised his head.

She swallowed it back.

There was a dead silence.

He looked into her eyes deeply, as if a fierce beast was sealed in his profound and quite eyes.

Catherine met his eyes calmly, without any trace of avoidance or fear.

"What brings you here?"

Anderson just stared at her face with half-closed eyes.

After a good while, he suddenly laughed out.

Catherine frowned slightly, "I'm going to work."

As she said it, she planned to leave.

A long arm got in her way.

The ferocity in his eyes made her retreat naturally. He stepped near her.

Anderson grabbed her by the hand and pushed her into the house. Catherine tried to resist but in vain, for he was too strong for her. "Bang-"

The door was slammed shut, which gave a quiver in Catherine's heart.

She was pushed against the door, and the man's quick breath came blew in her face.

Deliberately suppressed rage made the muscle in his face twisted, and he closed the fierce eyes.

After quite a long while, he opened eyes.

A husky smirk broke out his throat, "Why didn't come to see me?"

Catherine frowned. He wanted her to thank him?

"Thank you for the evidences." she said quietly.

She sounded just like a waitress in a restaurant saying welcome, without a hint of genuine emotion.

He had stood outside the door for a whole night but just got a cold thank you.

The emotion in his eyes got stronger, with the reason and beast in his mind fighting each other fiercely.

His look at her was terribly hot as if burning in fire.

In a moment, it reached peak and the emotion he had held all night suddenly broke out.

He lost his mind.

He sucked her pink and soft lips.

Catherine stared at him with red eyes, unyielding and full of hatred.

He saw it, the hatred in her eyes, so he covered her eyes with his hand.

That was the last thing he would like to see.

He looked at her face in strong desire.

"Anderson, let go of me!"

She had known him for years and totally knew what he wanted. But she was too weak to resist.

The harder she resisted him, the more he wanted her. He can't hold himself anymore.

His dark eyes were hot as if burning.

His breath was getting heavier and heavier.

"Anderson, don't..."

Anderson had covered her mouth before she finished.

He removed his hand off her eyes. Catherine glared at him.

The man's fiery eyes met her look, and he suddenly laughed, "Catherine, you'll never escape me."

His voice was low, but Catherine can't help trembling.

She can't escape him!

It was like a nightmare in her life.

His eyes got increasingly hot, and the smile around his mouth was wider.

Anderson bent down and held her up, walking towards bedroom......

Catherine was quivering.

Even if she told herself not to fear, she can't resist it.

"Anderson, I hate you."

Hearing her crying sound, he stiffened all over and fell his sight on the woman in his arms, whose face was wet with tears.

He laid her on the bed, and kissed

the

s off her face devoutly, hispering, "Don't hate

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Catherine closed her eyes.

She didn't say a word.

He stubbornly thought he had nothing to do with her sufferings, and it was her that reduced herself to such situation.

He did her a little favor, and then she should humbly thank him.

She didn't have Stockholm syndrome. She can't persuade herself to thank the killer that ruined her life.

It was not until afternoon that he stopped touring her.

Catherine closed her eyes in tiredness, lying on the bed like a lifeless doll. Anderson clasped her in his arms.

With his fingers running through her hair, he remarked casually, "Don't piss me off, will you?"

There was only a dead silence.

Anderson didn't get angry with it. He added, "Let's have dinner together. Sophia and Lincoln miss you very much."

He wanted to threaten her with children?

He would allow her to visit children every time when he got satisfied, just like a treat.

Her heart was bleeding.

It made her more miserable than killing her.

Catherine replied resolutely, "No, I'm not going to see Sophia and Lincoln."

He was shocked.

It was the first that she refused to see children, which suddenly reminded him of the things she said that day.

What can you threaten me with if I gave up the children?

Could it be that she really gave up Sophia and Lincoln?

Anderson lowered his head and looked her pale face, "You mean it?"

"Yes."

It went dark when Anderson left.

Catherine was in the bathtub, under the water, terribly sobbing.

As she went out of the bathroom,

she stared at her spoiled body

scattering with traces, in her el.net

love and hatred interweaving and tearing each other.

Catherine found her phone which had been turned off by Anderson before. She switched on the phone and found there were several missed calls from the team in company. She explained in chatting group that she was sick and forgot to ask for leave.

"Are you alright?" Amya replied soon.

"I'm fine. I was asleep, just feeling uncomfortable before. I just check the messages on the phone now. Don't worry."

Catherine replied to their messages one by one. Anderson sent a message to her when she was online.

She had intended to delete it.

But the cover of the video was Sophia and Lincoln. She can't resist clicking on it.

Sophia was crying heavily, "I want mommy, I want mommy!"

In a moment, Catherine felt her heart was hurt as if being punched heavily. She closed her eyes in misery......

Her phone rang. Catherine opened eyes with tears in them, looking blankly at the new message sent by Anderson. "Do you wanna come?"

He was more shameless than she had imagined.