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?”

just stared at her face with half-closed

a good while,

slightly, “I’m going

it,

arm got in her

ferocity in his eyes made her retreat naturally.

Catherine tried to resist but in vain,

“Bang—”

which gave a quiver in Catherine’s

the man’s quick breath came

twisted, and he closed the

smirk broke out his throat, “Why didn’t

He wanted her

you for the evidences.”

welcome, without a hint of genuine emotion. He had

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

reached peak and the emotion he had

He lost his mind.

her pink and

with red eyes, unyielding

it, the hatred in her eyes, so he covered

was the last thing he

at her

go

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

eyes were hot as

was getting heavier

“Anderson, don’t …”

covered her mouth before she

his hand off her

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

She can’t escape him!

was like a nightmare in

got increasingly hot, and the smile around his

bent down and held her up,

Catherine was quivering.

herself not to fear, she

“Anderson, I hate you.”

stiffened all over and fell his sight on the woman in his arms, whose face was wet with tears. He laid her on the bed, and kissed the tears off her face devoutly, gently whispering, “Don’t hate me. You should

say a

he had nothing to do with her sufferings, and it was her that reduced herself to

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