I’m Sorry But I Love You

“Hello, is it Catherine Johnson, I mean Miss Johnson? There is some latest news about the case you reported last time.” Hearing this, Catherine was excited and asked, “You mean you find out the truth?”

“Almost the same. A kind citizen sent us some helpful materials and revealed a suspect to us. So I’d like to know whether you’re available to help identify the suspect.”

Catherine was so thrilled at the news that tears were welling up in her eyes. It was a nightmare in her life, a time that she didn’t want to recall.

Catherine hung up the phone and took a day off.

She took a taxi straight to the police station.

The policeman responsible for this case smiled at her, “We have locked him up.”

“You need to identify if it’s him.”

Catherine was led to a room and looked through the glass at the man who was locked up.

The bony man was in rags. She could only see his profile and he looked as if completely different from that time. For a moment she nearly can’t recognize who he was, so she moved forward two few steps.

The man seemed to notice that someone was staring at him outside the glass.
He suddenly looked back with a smile on his face.
Catherine was frightened to retreat back by that smile. That was a smile she would never forget.

In those countless nightmares, he approached her with that smile on face and a needle in his hand. She had got through those scary nights overwhelmed by nightmares. She was at rock bottom during that time of her life.

Every time when she thought she was going to be killed, Owen suddenly came out and saved her.

‘It’s you?” the man said in a gravelly voice, with an appearance nearly the same as that of devil in the hell, “I failed to kill you at that time. What a shame.”

Catherine managed to stand still with her strong will and tried to calm herself down. She stared straight at the man through the glass, “Sorry to let you down.”

“Now it seems you can never kill me.” “Well, I even doubt that if you can live to the day to be released.” Catherine laughed.

The man was provoked by her words. He glared at her viciously, “Don’t count your chickens. Even if I can’t, there is somebody else who can do it.”

“Somebody else?” even up to now Catherine had no idea who she had ever offended.

to hurt her at such a

“I won’t tell you, no matter what you say.” “I’m not afraid of death. She was worth it, even if I die for her!”

from the man, but he sealed his lips and refused to give away a word about other people concerned with this

came out of the room. “Is it

which I had no impression that I had met him. I completely don’t know why he

a video, in which you’re clearly set up by the man.” the policeman added, “There are still some voices online saying that you’re lying, but don’t you worry. We’ll announce the result in public according to the procedure after we go through

working for, she

very much.” Catherine stood up and bowed to thank the

person.” If it was not with the

was sent from Anderson Clark’s personal assistant.” Catherine thought she misheard and asked a few times

I’m sure it’s him. You really owe him a big favors, or it’s a big challenge for the police to get those aged materials

but she totally didn’t know how she

It was snowing outside.

dumbly in the snow, with unceasing steps, as if she can’t feel cold at

sudden, a man stood beside her, with a black umbrella over her head.

managed to see the figure, tall and straight, having dashing

was strange but

such a good-looking

for some inexplicable reasons, warm feelings were

hit. Catherine came to her sense, and gave a slight smile, “Hello? What can I do for you?” The man smiled and retreaded

It’s

thank

a purely handmade umbrella with walnut handle by a top brand. One

not someone who liked to

the reason, she can’t take such an

face, the man bent over and put the umbrella in the snow. He turned around and walked towards a British

his back. He was such a gentleman with an air of elegance. And

and then it disappeared in the snow. Catherine picked up the umbrella, and thought