I’m Sorry But I Love You

He held her with an adult male's strength.

No matter how much she struggled, she failed to shake him off.

When she was taken here in a hurry, she was only in a white long dress. Almost all her exposed legs were touched by a strange man.

Catherine was so sickened.

“October, they all bullied you. | wanted to ruin their reputations. It has nothing to do with you. I just wanted to ruin their reputations.” He was like a lunatic. For a moment, Catherine didn’t know if he indeed had done it for her or deliberately slandered her.

Anderson stared daggers at the man who was touching her legs, kicking him away violently.

Although he was kicked away, the man still looked at Catherine crazily like a sear. “I didn’t tell them anything.

It's all done by me.

It has nothing to do with you.” The more he explained in this way, the more he seemed to exculpate for Catherine.

The sickening feeling on her legs had finally vanished. Catherine breathed a deep sigh of relief. With a pale face, she looked at Anderson. “Just call the police. | won't admit anything that | haven't done.” Then she chuckled. “Anderson Clark, you know what?” Anderson subconsciously answered, “What?” ‘I don’t give a fuck whom you are with.” Catherine's voice sounded so weak because she was freaked out just now.

Anderson could barely hear her words clearly.

His body was stiffened.

Looking at her cold eyes, for the first time, he realized that she truly didn’t care anymore.

When he said he would give the role of Amanda to Johanna, she didn’t make a fuss to him.

He deliberately acted ambiguously with Sienna.

She didn’t care about it either.

Even if she had sensed that he was with Johanna, he couldn't see any jealousy in her eyes, which were like the calm lake.

He wondered if she truly wouldn't care any longer.

The answer surged in his heart scared Anderson a bit.

“I just want to lead a peaceful life and have my children. As for you, Anderson Clark, you'd better not show up in my life at all,” Catherine whispered, holding her arms.

“In other words, no matter Johanna Scott is famous or utterly discredited, | don’t give a shit.” Upon hearing Catherine's words, Johanna clenched her fists. She had planned to set Catherine up. If Anderson could give Catherine a blow, it would be the best; if not, Catherine would leave a negative impression in his heart.

Before just now, everything went smoothly. However, Catherine only said a few words to turn the tables.

Johanna walked to Anderson. “Anderson, just forget it. Probably this man has told the truth ... he likes Catherine too much so he has taken such reckless actions. | believe it has nothing to do with Catherine.” Catherine was standing next to them, arms folded. Watching Johanna try to convince Anderson, faintly she thought that she had seen Isabelle in the past.

They both were hypocritical bitches. Anderson took a look at Johanna. Seeing her worry, he couldn't help thinking that her face looked so much like Isabella’s. He patted her on her back gently. “It’s getting late. Go hand have a rest.” Johanna didn’t expect that Anderson would ask her to go home. She looked at Catherine who was standing next to him, the smile on her face frozen.

However, she was always obedient and gentle in Anderson’s presence and she had to keep the image.

Suppressing the unhappiness in her heart, Johanna agreed, “Okay. Please go to bed early, too. Anyway, it hasn't cause anything serious. | don’t care about the slanders online. | believe the netizens would see my capabilities one day.” Upon hearing her cheeky statement, Catherine wanted to burst into laughter.

After Johanna was gone, Anderson cast a glance at the man who collapsed on the ground and said to Hudson, “Do whatever you ought to. Don’t let go of him so easily.” Then his cold gaze fell on Catherine. “Cwith me.” Catherine stood motionlessly.

“Why? You wantto carry you, don’t you?” Anderson's tone was cold and sarcastic. “| won't get even with you about this matter. Don’t ever do such a thing again in the future.” He still didn’t trust her.

And he even looked quite generous...

Catherine lowered her head and smiled with self-mockery.

She almost shed her tears of grievance, but she suppressed them back.

Seeing that she still didn’t move, Anderson bent over and lifted her. Carrying her, he strode out of the basement.

Hudson and Arthur exchanged a glance with each other.

Seeing that Anderson had gone far, Arthur asked in confusion, “Who on earth does Mr. Clark like? I've been following him these days, but I'm so confused. He looks that he dotes Miss Scott a lot, but his attitude to Miss Scott was like a friend.

“He hates Miss Johnson to the core, but he carried her in his arms when leaving just now.” Hudson shook his head. He didn’t get it, either.

When Anderson lifted her, Catherine wanted to get off.

But the man completely ignored her.

When Anderson was carrying her towards his bedroom, Catherine saw the flames in his eyes.

She used to be his wife for two years. How couldn’t she understand what he wanted to do? She tightened her body.

The woman in his arms emanated a deadly fragrance. Without her beside him, Anderson hadn't had sex for a long time. Now, even he was just holding her, he couldn't suppress his desire at all...

Catherine smelt the man’s scent.

Thinking of what he had done to her, Catherine suppressed the disgust and tried to push him away forcibly. “Putdown. If you want to do it, just call Sienna White or Johanna Scott over. Don’t sicken me!” She was panicked and couldn't speak properly.

Anderson hated her the most when she said he had sickened her.

With a gloomy face, he said, “I want to fuck you. It's your honor.” Every single word he spoke brought her a sharp pang. He was disparaging her.

Catherine smiled in silence. Her lips parted and her voice was so low that Anderson thought he had misheard.

She said, “Anderson Clark, just do whatever you want.” After that, she stopped struggling.

She looked blankly as if she had beccompletely lifeless.

Anderson suddenly had a feeling that he couldn't grab her and would lose her pretty soon, which made him uneasy and panicked...

Suddenly, he recalled what Antohad said the other day. He had always seen Catherine as something belonging to him. He always believed that she wouldn't leave him. However, she was an adult with an independent personality besides she was the mother of their two children.

Anderson couldn't help but holding the woman more tightly. As if he was afraid that she would vanish, he wished that he would melt her into his flesh and bones.

He didn’t stop until midnight.

He carried her to shower. After the shower, as if he was afraid that she would leave without informing him, Anderson held her tightly in his arms, locking her up with his all fours.

Staring at the woman in his arms with his ink-black eyes, for an unknown reason, he kissed her on her pink and tender lips.

His kiss was a peck without any sexual desire.

Anderson said gently, “Let's sleep.” Catherine closed her eyes obediently as if she were a robot that received the order.

Looking at her peaceful face, Anderson felt as if his empty heart had been fulfilled with something suddenly.

With a smile on his lips, he closed his eyes to go to sleep.

Gradually, his breath becsteady. Catherine, who kept her eyes closed all the time, suddenly opened her eyes, looking over at the man lying next to her.

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