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.

to hurt her at such a

matter what you say.” “I’m not afraid of death. She was worth it, even if I die

his lips and

came out of the room. “Is

gave me the injection, before which I had no impression that I

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

was working for, she felt quite contented that

up and bowed to thank the policemen. “Well,

I ask who provides evidences for you? I want to express my thanks in person.” If it was not with the help of that warm- hearted citizen,

Anderson Clark’s personal assistant.” Catherine

owe him a big favors, or it’s a big

station but she totally didn’t know

It was snowing outside.

the snow, with unceasing steps, as if she

beside her, with a

of street lamp, she managed to see the figure, tall and straight, having

was strange but

she didn’t know him. If there was such a good-looking

for some inexplicable reasons, warm feelings were rising up in

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

cold. It’s better for you to

thank

the moment when she looked up, she instantly recognized it was a purely handmade umbrella with walnut handle by a top brand. One cost

not someone who liked

the reason, she can’t take

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

a gentleman with an air of elegance. And she

the umbrella, and thought she

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