I’m Sorry But I Love You

Chapter 100

“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.

her at such a

you say.” “I’m not afraid of death.

sealed his lips and refused to give away a word

came out of the room. “Is it

had no impression that I

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

relieved. Although she didn’t know who the man was working for, she

Catherine stood up and bowed to thank the policemen. “Well, it’s our

If it was not with the help of that warm- hearted citizen, she had no idea how long it would take her to prove her own

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

him a big favors, or it’s a big challenge for

but she totally didn’t know how she

It was snowing outside.

walked dumbly in the snow, with unceasing steps, as if

with a black umbrella

light of street lamp, she managed to see the figure,

face was

was sure that she didn’t know him. If there was such a good-looking man in her life, it was

for some inexplicable reasons, warm feelings

“Hello? What can I

snow, and cold. It’s

but thank you

was a purely handmade umbrella with walnut handle by a top brand. One cost tens of thousands

was not someone who liked to take advantage

she can’t

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

an air of elegance. And she didn’t perceive any

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

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