I'm Sorry, But I Love You

"She's just like a female version of Samuel Chester, isn't it?" "You two aren't relatives, for real?" Ray Riley exclaimed.

As Catherine Johnson heard that, she glanced up at this man named Samuel.

She eventually realized why she felt familiar when she saw him that day.

She and this Samuel looked really alike.

His features, though, were sharper than hers, and his character was distinct from hers.

Samuel was staring at Catherine as she was looking at him.

There was a substantial similarity.

"I grew up in a foreign country and don't have any relative with the surname Johnson, so maybe it's just that good-looking people are all alike," Samuel said smilingly with a low voice.

"I'm convinced, as you both claim." "You still haven't answered me, why are you here?" Ray said while making a prostrating posture and looking up at Catherine with a demonic grin.

"I got into the wrong compartment and was nearly raped by your relatives." Catherine returned her gaze to the troublemaker.

"He did that just for fun. It's just a joke," the guy said with a sly grin.

She also noticed that this man was on good terms with friendship with Ray and Samuel.

"I've never heard of such a joke before." Catherine had a frosty expression on her face.

Samuel, who stood right in front of Catherine had nothing to say. Ray took a step forward, raised his foot, and kicked the man between the legs, "Are you competing with me for a woman?" "I have been sending roses for half a month and I still haven't got the woman. How daring of you!"

Ray's arrogant tone and demonic face did not make people feel disgusted, some of them even felt that he was proud of that.

"I don't dare, Ray, and I won't do that again." The man's face became pale as he cried out in pain.

"Ray, forget it, we all witnessed that just now, this young lady didn't suffer any loss either." The people who were initially seated on the couch were now trying to cool him down.

"I'm even at the mercy of Ethan James and Anderson Clark. Who do you think you are?" Ray said as he kicked twice more.

"Miss, you should stop Ray since you were not hurt just now." A man in the crowd was aggrieved.

"If those who came today weren't people I know, you wouldn't be unaware of what would happen to me then, would you?" Catherine sneered.

The man was speechless.

"Actually I wish that Ray can beat him harder" She wasn't going to defend the criminals unless she was a saint.

The man was eventually taken out of the compartment on a stretcher.

"It's tiring." "I rescued a damsel in distress. Could you show respect to me by breaking up with Ethan?" Ray said as he leaned against the door frame. "Stay with me. Maybe I will lose interest in you after a few days, then you can go back to Ethan."

How could he say things like this?

"Thanks for today," Catherine said, shaking her head, "I'll treat you guys to dinner one day."

Samuel nodded without any expression on his face.

"Samuel, can you please leave your contact information? I'll return the umbrella to you another day." Catherine reached for her phone.

Ray jumped flipped out. "You ungrateful lady, you didn't even give me your contact number when I requested it, but now you're giving it to Samuel." Samuel swept the QR code of Catherine.

"I'll go back first, my friend is still waiting for me," Catherine said, nodding slowly.

"Don't forget to treat me to a fancy dinner," Ray yelled behind Catherine's back.

Catherine walked away chicly, waving her hand at her back.

As predicted, she had only just located her compartment when Jacob Ball and the others pushed open the gates.

"We worried that you'd run into something and were on our way to get you," they were glad to see her coming over.

"I bumped into two friends." Catherine didn't want them to worry, so she didn't mention that she had reached the incorrect compartment and what had happened.

"Are we still playing? If not, then are we going to be back?" Amya Newton yawned.

"We are too old to stay. Let's go, we have to work tomorrow," Terry Snow said, patting his stomach.

"A corporate slave's miserable life."

"Our hairline is receding."

When getting their belongings and getting ready to go, a few of them just spit out the life of a corporate slave.

Catherine smiled; she didn't have much work experience and felt very fortunate when she saw people online complaining about conflicts at work.

It was fortunate to come across a team like this.

The atmosphere of the spring festival is getting more and more exciting after the gathering, and even though the team rushed to finish the hero before the new year came, that would be a wild wish.

Soon, the annual leave session came.

She got a call from Ray on the day of the holiday.

"When are you inviting me to dinner?" Ray was sitting back and crossing his legs frivolously in Joseph Carter's office. "Don't make excuses for me; I know that you're

on vacation today."

"You decide" Catherine was not so disgusted with Ray because he helped her last time, even though she did not like him as a womanizer.

"There is no need to choose another day. Let's meet tonight at JN restaurant."

Catherine was frightened as he learned the name JN restaurant, but she accepted the invitation extremely reluctantly, "You brought along Samuel, his umbrella is still with me."

After spending the whole morning

painting at home, Catherine went to

Antonio Hospital in the afternoon

and stood at the door to Owen

Torres' ward, peering in through the window.

She hadn't seen Owen in quite some time.

She was shocked to be overwhelmed by the strangeness as she looked at the person on the hospital bed from a distance.

He was on oxygen and supplements and had lost a lot of weight.

Aubrey Hunter, who had been taking care of him, was now getting a lot of grey hair, and the face, which had always been maintained meticulously, had wrinkles. Catherine saw such a scene.

She was so sad that she felt like can't catch her breath.

She was the culprit, and Johanna Scott who was highly suspected was always dependent on Anderson's capital to make a living in the show business.

She despised herself for her weakness!

"What brings you here, Miss Johnson?"

The nurse's voice came from behind Catherine, Aubrey who was inside the ward had already looked up, she was scared of irritating Auntie Aubrey again and immediately bent down.

She shushed the nurse by signs.

She bent and sneaked away.

Antonio Elliott smiled as he pushed the wheelchair. Catherine avoided the ward and straightened up and saw the smiles of Antonio and Robert Elliot.

"What are you doing, Cathy?" Robert gave a kindly smile.

"I wanted to come to see Owen," Catherine said awkwardly.

Robert let out a long sigh as she mentioned Owen. "What a pity," he said.

"Come along with me for a walk and a rest."

Catherine walked alongside Antonio behind Robert's wheelchair.

"You must notify me if anything happens on Owen."

"Of course," Antonio replied.

"You shouldn't drive yourself too hard, and you don't have to take full responsibility; it's all up to Owen's choice."

"It would be said so," Catherine said despondently.