Anderson’s face went dark and his half-closed eyes suddenly opened widely, “She didn’t ask the police who had provided the evidences?”

Arthur deeply regretted.

Why would he tell Master Anderson that Miss Johnson definitely would come to thank him? He should remember the deep-seated hatred between them when he said it at that time.
He had nobody but himself to blame!

“Say something!” Anderson ordered coldly.

Arthur closed his eyes and spoke resolutely, “She did.”

But she didn’t come to him.

She didn’t want to come!

What an ungrateful woman!

Anderson shoved the phone down on the table. He got up and went upstairs with a stolid face, surrounded with a frigid atmosphere.

He was really angry now, angrier than ever before.

“Perhaps Miss Johnson is busy with other things. She must be very grateful to you in her heart.”

“Maybe she’s just too proud to admit it face to face.”

Following after him, Arthur grabbed the phone and explained carefully, in hope of appeasing his anger.

Anderson gave him a cold glance, “Your bonus is gone for this quarter. Give me the phone and you can go back now.” Arthur looked bad.

He heard the vase broken into pieces upstairs when going downstairs.

Arthur was dreadfully terrified. He had meant to do Miss Johnson a good deed, but he was not sure it was good or just the opposite.

Catherine had no idea what was going on at Ziting Villa.

She didn’t come to see Anderson, but instead, Anderson went to her.

In the morning, as Catherine went out for work, she was startled to see a man was leaning against the wall outside the door.
She was about cried out.

But Anderson raised his head.

She swallowed it back.

There was a dead silence.

He looked into her eyes deeply, as if a fierce beast was sealed in his profound and quite eyes.

Catherine met his eyes calmly, without any trace of avoidance or fear.

“What brings you here?”

stared at her

while,

frowned slightly, “I’m going to

she said it, she planned to

got in her

ferocity in his eyes made her retreat naturally. He stepped

her into the house. Catherine tried to resist but in vain, for he was

“Bang—”

door was slammed shut, which gave a quiver in Catherine’s

door, and the man’s quick breath came blew in

he closed the fierce eyes.

out his throat,

frowned. He wanted

for the

just like a waitress in a restaurant saying welcome, without a hint of genuine emotion. He had stood

the reason and beast in his mind fighting each other fiercely. His look at her was terribly hot as if burning in

it reached peak and the emotion he had held all

He lost his mind.

pink and

stared at him with red eyes, unyielding and full

the hatred in her eyes, so he covered her eyes

thing he would like to

her

go

and totally knew what he wanted. But she was too weak to resist. The harder she resisted him, the more

eyes were

getting heavier

“Anderson, don’t …”

covered her

hand off her eyes. Catherine glared at

her look, and he suddenly laughed, “Catherine, you’ll never escape me.” His voice was low, but Catherine

She can’t escape him!

a nightmare in her

hot, and the smile around his mouth

and held her up, walking towards

Catherine was quivering.

not to fear, she

“Anderson, I hate you.”

laid her on

say

with her sufferings, and it

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